Maui wowie

My friend Denise and her husband Greg love Maui. Like really love it. Like if ever two people needed to pack up everything and move to a tropical island, it’s these two. And that tropical island would have to be Maui. They actually glow as soon as they get off the plane (and it’s not because of the Maui Babe.) Hawaii is their happy place.

So a year ago Denise and Greg, along with Denise’s sister Diana, started planning another visit to this piece of lava rock heaven. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I wasn’t sure I could swing it. I was being the most unreliable person. Every few weeks I would talk to one of them and say “I’m not saying no, but I can’t say yes…yet.” Jerk move, I know.

Three weeks before the trip, it all fell into place and I finally committed. Boy, am I glad it did. This trip ended up being more than a nice vacation, it became one of the best adventures I’ve ever been on. And it’s all because I spent it with my two best friends who are so dear to me and who I’ve known since we were children. I cherish these times we spend together even more nowadays because I’m starting to realize they are becoming fewer and far between. I’m not usually one to get all schmoopy about stuff like this, but as we heard all week from the locals, Mercury WAS in Retrograde.

 

We definitely experienced A LOT during our time on the Island. We hit up the anything-goes Little Beach, went on an all-day #beachcrawl (new idea, coined by Diana), sighted baby humpback whales breach while dancing, drove the unbelievably picturesque Road to Hana (once again), and watched surfers tear up the waves in Honolua Bay. In between it all we had moments where we laughed so hard together and moments where we made Angry Greg live up to his nickname, which of course made us laugh again. (Just don’t mention digging holes to him. Ever.)

What a time we had. It was hard to go back to real life. So hard.