Chapter 3: In Which We Arrive and Are Never the Same

This flight we were more than a little antsy. But we finished Serenity, watched Old Dogs and Whip It and a short show on Oahu and Kauai, tried to sleep, listened to music, took silly pictures and videos, filled out some form and somehow, incredibly sane... sort of. We walked out of the gate into the marvelously open airport on Maui and basked in the goodness of the 80 degrees and slightly humid day.

We people watched outside on a bench after we got our bag and while we waited for our parents. There were some foreign boys trying to cross the street illegally and getting yelled at by a crossing guard, an old man picking up a lady- he was shirtless but in pretty good shape for what we projected his age to be-, and a beautiful girl in a dress. Eventually Mom and Dad showed up ("look for a small white car with an old lady in the passenger seat")- late because Dad had, in his continual quest for the scenic route to everything, had taken a wrong turn. Sarah then learned about shopping for groceries with Mom and we started the drive back to our hotel- the Aston Ka'anapali Shores, stopping in Lahaina to eat at Lulu's. My parents had already checked in and the hotel had offered a separate room for Sarah and I. A godsend considering the volume of my parents' sleeping state.

We unpacked and Mom showed us all the stuff she had brought us, including beautiful flower necklaces, matching. (We all laughed, except Mom, at this pair of white shorts with yellow stains on them that Mom tried to foist off on me.) Sleep time. Finally, after a MI start time of 6:45 AM and a HI end time of 10: 30 PM. Theres a five hour time difference. You tell me how tired we were- and yet so unwanting to go to bed. End Saturday.