Maui 2013

We’re back! After spending 4 rainy and cold glorious days on Maui, I could probably sit here and blog about how I was miserable for a long weekend. I could go on and on about how I don’t even know what a beach on Maui looks like or that we couldn’t do our planned zip-lining adventure because of black skies and fog. I could talk about our hotel and the polyester comforter or the majestic view of a used car lot and dense cloud of marijuana smoke coming from our neighbors. But instead, I want to use a quote we saw on a wooden board in a quaint store in the town of Pa’ia as we watched the rain trickle down the windowpane.

“And in that moment, she realized she would rather be doing nothing with him than anything with someone else.”

Instead, today, we will focus on how freaking psyched I am that I get to spend the rest of my life with this guy. The guy who took four days worth of lemons and managed to make me the sweetest lemonade this side of Oahu. No sugar added.

The same guy who found me the only gluten-free restaurant on an entire island.

Gluten Free AND Vegan. He definitely hit a home run. And if you’re ever visiting Maui, you can’t miss Flatbread Company.

 And the best soy milk froyo I’ve ever tasted. The only soy milk froyo I’ve ever tasted, actually.

A whale watch in the rain? Don’t mind if we do.

 

Our boat captain noted this was one of the best tours they’ve done in weeks. Nevermind the rocky conditions or the damp clothing, we saw families of whales just hob-nobbing on a Sunday afternoon. And damp days make for perfect conditions when it comes to conquering mountains. You know, since everyone else is sitting inside just staring at their lemons.

Not pictured or documented in any way are the moments we spent in the car trying to navigate a new place with two dead cell phones and an illiterate (when it comes to map reading) co-pilot. Or the moment we realized the only sun we were going to see was as we checked our rental car back in on the morning we left.

And I’m fine with that. Because there are also no photos of the laughs we shared while scrambling to get a table at a crowded fish house. Or savoring the cable television in our hotel room (no cable for us at home!). Or the pure mutual happiness we feel knowing this is only the beginning of a lifetime of adventures.

Your lemonade is served. Drink up.