I’m going to Hawaii tomorrow. I’m going to Hawaii tomorrow. I’M GOING TO HAWAII TOMORROW!
If it weren’t 30 degrees, I’d be doing the hula at my desk in a grass skirt and two coconuts. Come on BAA, you say, you’re always on vacation in tropical places! Nay, readers, nay. While I am ever.so.blessed to work in tropical locales now and then, it is still work and there’s little time for shenanigans like cliff jumping. (Well, actually I did that in June.) Or kite surfing. (True, that happened in October.) Or scuba diving! (Right, we all know I went diving in August.) Or shark encounters. (Hmm, check there as well.) Well, anyhow, the main difference between a work trip and a vacay is that I’m only responsible for myself and Hodgie… and he’s gotten a lot easier to care for since his youth when he was forever getting stitches and trying to stab me.
Can I tell you how much I love to travel with my siblings? We exist so seamlessly that it doesn’t take a smidge of effort to be with each other. We often talk about how blessed we are to genuinely like each other and for me, that translates into having two wildly fun travel companions. That said, there is a difference between travel with Rae and travel with Hodgie. With Quijibo, I’m in Mommie-mode, making sure 1. She’s wearing tons of sunscreen, 2. She's seatbelted properly, 3. She’s wearing her retainer, 4. She is gleaning whatever educational lessons are appropriate, 5. She looks both ways before crossing the street and 5. That no sketchy guys are offering her booze. (It happens. She’s 5’9” and gorgeous and she looks my age.) Traveling with RaeRae is an exercise in being a mother.
On the other hand, Hodgie and I tend to be intrepid together. There’s no trail we won’t hike, no mountain we won’t try to scale, no rope swing we won’t conquer, no treacherous swim we won’t attempt, no cliff too high to jump off. And what place could be better than waterfall-icious, danger-lurking-around-every-mountain, sharky Hawaii?! It’s daredevil-y and I LOVE it.
As you may remember, last year’s Thanksgiving trip to Hawaii with Dad was very chillaxing. Every time I sat down I fell asleep. Dad was constantly waking me up. This time though, it’s the Orth twins vs. the wild uncharted terrain of Kauai. I have a sneaking suspicion shark cage diving will be the least dangerous activity we do all week… mwahahaha.
Just kidding, Mom. We’ll probably lay around all day eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Lucky Charms on the beach. Doesn’t that sound like a dream!?