Sorry for the lack of entries over the past few days. Except not at all. I've been in Maui and I have the new skin tone to prove it. It's a distinct mix of red and bronze, somewhere between a burn and a tan. Also my shoulders are peeling, and it's gross and fascinating at the same time. My sister chastised me for trying to sneakily pick at them on the airport shuttle today, and hit me she was so mortified. She's sitting next to me now, telling me that peeling my sunburn will lead to my abduction by a stranger. Apparently some scary man will find my peeled skin (I've toyed around with that phrase for about three minutes and there's no way to make it not sound gross) and scan it for DNA so he can identify and subsequently kidnap me. That just sounds like something one of my mom's friends would forward in a chain email.
This trip has been full of small moments like that one, and bigger moments too. But I prefer the smaller ones because they're not so expected. Like the grandmother on our Zipline tour who was scared out of her mind but jumped off the plank with her harness anyway. Or seeing the sun break the horizon this morning on top of the highest point in Hawaii (It was like that first scene in The Lion King, only real).
Last night one of my favorite moments happened, but it merits a paragraph and not a sentence. Julia, my dad and I went to The Four Seasons for dinner to see how the other half lives, and after some out of this world food we overheard this cute old couple talking to some people working behind the hostess station (I think that's what they're called?) Anyway, they were talking about this young honeymooning couple they had met at the restaurant and how much they liked them and that they wanted to buy them dinner. "Charge their bill to our room" the old man said. I thought that only happened in movies.
Peace, Love, and Semicolons,
Lisa
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