Our Hawaiian adventure continued daily and our beautiful granddaughter, Lauren, proved to be a perfect tireless tour guide, showing three relatives from Pennsylvania the amazing beauty of her home away from home.
Some of the activities, such as snorkeling and playing in the waves, which looked rather frightening to a landlubber grandma, gave me a chance to sit down on a convenient bench where I watched over purses and cameras while strange but beautiful birds strutted around searching for any stray snack.
It was a vacation so there was no cooking done — instead we ate out at various restaurants that Lauren seemed to be familiar with — and they were all great. One day we strolled into a beautiful one with real Hawaiian decor and I came face to face with a picture of the late Don Ho, surrounded by a variety of memorabilia, all behind glass. He had been a favorite singer of mine simply because I liked Hawaiian music. In fact, when I hear someone else sing “Tiny Bubbles” it’s like sacrilege. By the way, the food was excellent.
A few days after we arrived in Hawaii we went to a luau at a place called Paradise Cove where we had excellent seats because Lauren had made reservations months ahead.
The food was so-so, but the entertainment was outstanding — especially if you like beautiful girls and handsome young men performing some very lovely and energetic dances. Believe me, you don’t have to be young to enjoy that kind of entertainment.
We shopped a lot, too. What else would four women do. A huge mall beckoned to us and we succumbed to temptation. We stayed long enough to get tired but didn’t buy much.
Several times we browsed through the Dole Plantation Store where you could buy anything from jewelry (not cheap jewelry) to Christmas decorations, from T-shirts to plenty of macadamia nuts and pineapple jelly.
One evening, while the two sisters frolicked in the waves, which to their delight kept knocking them down, my daughter Melissa and I sat down and watched ships so far away they looked like miniatures about to drop off the edge of the earth. To our land-locked vision it was amazing.
Come morning, para sailing. The brave ones declared it “such fun,” while another said, “I felt like I was going to throw-up.” But in the end, it was declared to be fun by all.
Another bright and shiny morning, a very determined Alaina put on her climbing shoes and set out to conquer Diamond Head. Lauren had done it before so she joined Alaina. They came back triumphant, Alaina holding a signed certificate saying that she had successfully climbed the intimidating mountain called Diamond Head. You can’t beat that for courage!
It scared me just looking at it from a distance.
Come to think of it, I guess I’m lucky I don’t live in Hawaii because my two greatest fears are of heights and water.
I loved Hawaii and would do it all again if given the chance to visit, but it looks like God knew what He was doing when He deposited me in Pennsylvania.
P.S. Believe us, Lauren, we would have come to Hawaii if the only thing we were going to see was you.