I meant to post something before I left, but there was the usual pre-trip rushing and busyness, and other priorities took precedent. That's all meaningless now, since I'm in paradise! The Hawaiian island of Kauai, staying at
this luxurious hotel. It's very nice; in fact I can safely say it's much nicer than the pictures they have online. Which are small and taken from inopportune vantage points.
I have little to say about it yet; Kauai is gorgeous and jungily, the ocean is warm and inviting, and so far it's mostly worth the 10 hours traveling to and between and sitting in airports that were required to reach this destination. I'm here with my mom and stepdad, they had a timeshare they had to use and this was one of the options, and they invited me along, so here we are. The IG was unable to accompany me, tragically. I'm therefore sending her photos and raving texts about every 15 minutes. Purely for informative purposes, of course.
The room is amazing. Well, it's a suite actually; full kitchen, living room, master bedroom with a huge tub and a shower, and a second bedroom with a full bath and a little sitting area with an uncomfortable couch. And a back patio with a table and chairs and a lawn chair. Both beds are kings, there's a big dining table with chair and bench seating, 3 TVs, etc. The sort of hotel that makes you want to travel more often.
If you look at some of the online photos, you see the glorious pool area. It's an interesting double function; it's like 4 pools all in a row, moving down a hill with little waterfalls between them. And the whole thing is about 20 yards from a sandy beach and a little cove. The double purpose of the pools is thus: it's basically a giant kids wading pool in the day. All of the pools are 3-4 feet deep, they wind around corners, under palm trees, there's a little bridge to swim under, furniture all around the outside, etc. Yesterday in the day little kids were just everywhere in it.
And magically, at night all these little flood lights come on, and the secluded watery corners and overhanging vegetation becomes a romantic grotto. I was walking back from the ocean and a preliminary snorkeling session last night just at dusk, and there were half a dozen couples lazing around in the hot water, swimming/wading slowly along, faces inclined closely in conversation. And probably kisses, when they passed through the shadows. And no, there's no possible way I'd have enjoyed dragging the IG into such a pleasing scenario and seeing what happened next. (I'd have had to make my move there, since while we'd be sharing a bed, it's king size. The thing is like 2 meters wide; you could sleep 4 people in it without invading anyone's personal space.)
As for the title of this post: it's day 2 here, and after salad and pizza last night in the full kitchen, we're rustling up breakfast today. I cut up pineapple and a papaya earlier, and now mom and stepdad are making an omelet and some oatmeal. And my reply to their potential breakfast menu is cited above; albeit without quotations.
Oatmeal aside, I'm a little miffed over the breakfast options. I was promised blueberry pancakes, we picked up frozen blueberries yesterday, and yet somehow now there's no pancake mix. Mother swears she put a box into the shopping cart yesterday, but no luck. Not even after a second search of the rental car. So it's eggs and gruel. With tropical fruit. At least the scenery is nice.
And yes, this post is entirely rambling and scattered. I blame the breakfast rush. Now I must eat and then there's tennis before more beach fun and snorkeling. Enjoy your own weekend, in the manner you see fit. Perhaps refreshing blizzard.com frantically, hoping to score some Blizzcon tickets?
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