Yes, we finally did it! We took a day off (well, more like ten) and went to Ohau. This photo is us in Waikiki, taken by a nice lady that was walking by the pretty waterfall on the beach.
We stayed in the most wonderful place in Waikiki (Ocean Towers...soon to be "Hotel Renew"). If you happen to be in the neighborhood, ask for Leonor. She is a superstar!! We had champagne (sparkling cider for me, of course!) and cake and chocolates and leis and mints and cookies and more Aloha spirit than we thought imaginable. All in honor of our anniversary.
It's ironic-- we thought the romantic, "award winning" Bed & Breakfast near Lanakai Beach would be the one to rave about. But, I won't go into that.
My question for today is this: Why is it that after taking a vacation we seem to somehow work double (or triple)? I know I'm slightly bending the aforementioned "no-talk-about-work-rule", but I can't resist. I was on conference calls (yes, meaning multiple people involved) at 9pm, 11pm, 4am, 6:30am, and the day keeps going. It is still Monday isn't it??
This is the "Karmic Law of Vacation" in the corporate world. After achieving a nice state of relaxation, the fickle scales of stress tip even more in the opposite direction. Yep- I'm a little punchy...
Although our little Hawaiian interlude deserves more description, I'll end it for now with another picture Rob took on day one of the vacation. This is me at 17 weeks pregnant for those that are trying to imagine the burgeoning belly.
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