Momma Higg celebrated her birthday in March. Her gift from Poppa Higg? A trip to Hawaii. Fortunately, I benefitted from Poppa Higg’s hatred of the beach and was asked to accompany Momma Higg.
My charge for tagging along? Use my incredible travel agent skills (otherwise known as Google and Pinterest) to plan the trip. The only direction I was given was to stay in Maui. So that’s where I started.
We chose the West Coast of Maui, on Kaanapali Beach near the old town of Lahaina. The Royal Lahaina looked good to me because it had beach access. And it didn’t look like a Motel 6. And it was a big fat guess. Thank goodness it was a winner.
Funny thing about Hawaii is that there’s a 5 hour time difference. Meaning, when it was 9:30am in Texas…it was 4:30am in Maui. By 8:30pm, I was toast. I’d wake up at 5:30am, go on a run, and bring fresh coffee and a muffin to the room to be eaten on our patio overlooking a golf course and the waves.
Nearly every day, Momma Higg and I set out to be beach bums by 8am. By mid-afternoon, we were exploring the Whaler’s Village or Front Street in Lahaina.
One evening, we went to a Luau at the hotel, “The Myths of Maui.” I had never been to a Luau before so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Momma Higg was slightly disappointed that there was only one “fire dance.” I’ll try better next time.
One day, we took a quick plane ride to Ouahu to visit the Pearl Harbor and USS Ariozona Memorial in Honolulu. I’ve always been fascinated by WWII—all the bravery and love men and women showed to fight evil–so, naturally, I soaked up every minute at the memorial. Afterwards, we ate at Restaurant 604. Well, first we walked a half-mile in the wrong direction and finally Lyfted 100 yards in the right direction to the restaurant. The service was horrible. The food wasn’t terrible. Beer also makes food taste better.
Being a beach bum was easier than I thought. Finishing two books and running into the ocean to take pictures of sea turtles kept me more occupied than I imagined.
I think Momma Higg has decided that Maui will be an annual girls trip. Or maybe I’m trying to convince her.
Stay tuned for the next beach babes’ vacay.