Hawaii is 3 days out.
Like clock work-
I'm about due for some pre travel stressors.
Sweet.
Ever the procrastinator.
8 minutes abs - 3 days straight. check
Salads - two days in a row. check
Back wax and compression socks. check. check...
Say hello to my little...
.....varicose veins.
I've been to Hawaii. Once.
I was underwhelmed.
I spent hours inside my shitty hotel room watching the Casey Anthony trial.
Youthful smiles shimmered gold encrusted teeth
Revealing a secret...
The jacuzzi bubbles were jetted by clown kids farts.
Packed beaches. Scorching sun.
Where was my pamphlet?
The gorgeous utopian dream vacation I was promised?
This is all an illusion.
Maybe I'm mis remembering.
I did the things. Snorkeling. Fishing. Hiking. Golfing.
Mai Tai's, Darts, Eggs Benedict.
We even got so drunk we were chased outside
learning we were about to dine & dash on our all you can eat buffet tab,
fully sure we had pre-paid for,
moments before hopping into our taxi -
to go just around the corner.
(I'm still not sure this wasn't a scam paraded by the locals, but, whatever)
Saki. Sushi. Check.
Still something was missing.
Where was my bliss?
This wasn't what I had somehow signed up for.
We were supposed to stay in a friends home.
Plans changed the night before we headed out.
Determined to have a remarkable island retreat,
We foraged on. Dynamics altered. Had I adjusted?
Accepted our new now.
In our rented island Jeep, we were on our way.
What more could I have wanted?
What was I missing??
Unmet expectations,
set in stone pallets of my mind
a challenge to exceed.
A picture perfect paradise awaits?
Perhaps, a chance I'll be pleasantly surprised
Same time - Next week.
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