When I first moved to Oregon it became clear to me that winter was a very long, dark place. To break that up, I decided to go somewhere sunny every year mid-winter, which just happens to be my birthday. For several years I followed that plan. Then Bill and I bought the house. Mortgage and maintenance ate up most of the travel allowance. Now the house is paid for, so we have a LITTLE something we can use for winter escape.
Bill hates to fly since security can be such a pain, so I had to negotiate with him.If I would go camping with him last summer, he would fly somewhere warm with me this winter.It just so happens that two of our favorite people recently moved to Hawaii. Erica, who grew up surfing in Florida, got tired of having to wear a wetsuit to surf in Oregon. Bob, an excellent chef, realized he can cook anywhere. They packed up and moved to Honolulu and asked us to come an visit whenever we liked. Any of you who know Bill and me, know our motto is: "Say what you mean and mean what you say". So we took them up on it.
We left Portland on my birthday. Being the penny pincher that I am, I chose a flight on United that took us forever to get there. We arrived around 6:30 and took the city bus from the airport to our hotel. Called Erica once we arrived and she came down to meet us. We were starving, so we went to a nearby spot for salads and drinks, went back to the hotel and died. Travel can be so tiring! Well, once again, the penny pincher found the hotel that was a good deal, but a bit on the noisy side. We're talking Waikiki and not immediately on the beach, so people partied until very late. More on that, later.
Friday morning. Erica comes to pick us up after she drops Bob off at work. The sun is out, nice breeze, we head for the beach at Waikiki so she can surf. Terrific first day.
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