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Just another day in paradise
April 9, 2012 - Linda Lobeck
It’s hard to put into words and describe how beautiful it was to travel to Hawaii to the island of Oahu for a vacation recently with my two sisters. But it certainly lived up to its reputation and was a week in paradise.
We didn’t know if Hawaii was ready for the three Marmilick sisters — all in our fabulous 50s — invading the island. But we made the best of each and every beautiful day taking in the sun and fun during the weeklong trip.
My only real concerns had been getting there — 9 1/2 hours from Dallas to Oahu, two hours flying from Chicago to Dallas and another 40 minutes or less from Green Bay to Chicago. All I can say is that the anticipation and excitement, just like a little kid, made the trip seem like it took less time to get there than coming back home.
My older sister was responsible for setting up the itinerary and taking us along with her after winning the trip. We like to call her “five stars,” because she has high standards when picking accommodations for trips. And the Hilton Hawaiian Village lived up to that standard with everything we could want all within the complex. It was complete with several pool sites, shops, a variety of places to eat. and a beautiful room on the 35th floor with a view of Waikiki Beach.
With an abundance of fresh fish available, I truly enjoyed the meals we had while in Hawaii. I did my best to eat fresh seafood daily as well as pineapple. It helped that there was fresh pineapple everywhere you went including with your special island drinks. The best pineapple was, of course, at the Dole Plantation. Our favorite refreshment for the week was the Hawaii 5-0 — aptly named for the television series we used to watch as kids. And now the plan is to reinvent this drink back in the “Yoop” this summer! All that will be missing are those happy palm trees that wouldn’t survive a U.P. winter.
We spent one day taking a tour of the island with stops at beaches, attractions, and of course, Pearl Harbor. It was truly moving to take the boat over to the Arizona Memorial and see what still remains under water after that fateful day.
Words cannot express how beautiful Hanauma Bay, Kahana Bay, Kaneohe Bay, the Halona Blowhole and Oahu’s north and south shores were to see. The water is indescribably beautiful — from the sandy beaches to the shades of blue and green as you look out onto the water. I would never get bored with that landscape — it’s just so peaceful.
Another night took us to the downtown area where we visited Margueritaville and an international market place. It certainly is a busy place — exciting to see — but I’m glad our hotel was removed for that hustle and bustle. What I enjoyed most of all was just sitting on the beach or by a pool, swimming, and relaxing. That’s what I needed most from my vacation.
The trip wouldn’t be complete without attending a traditional luau one evening. From the dancing and beautiful costumes to the delicious food, it was an experience I wouldn’t have wanted to miss. Unfortunately, my coordination problems followed me to Hawaii when I was learning to do the hula that night. It brought back memories of dance aerobics and trying to keep up. My younger sister was able to keep up better with the lesson and she’s giving credit to her years as a cheerleader at Gladstone High School!
The temperature was a steady 80 degrees with the trade winds keeping things very comfortable. I found that without high humidity my arthritis felt a lot better and the little bit it rained every day helped to cool you off. The daily rain was brief and quickly dissipated bringing you back to that constant beautiful weather that we commonly referred to as “another day in paradise.”
Apparently women my size must be an attraction to the native Hawaiians I came in contact with. At least two wanted to take me home. I told my husband to watch out, because I was a hot commodity. But I don’t think he was too worried.
I also attracted attention with the TSA people at the airport, both leaving and coming back home. I don’t think I looked all that scary, but it was enough to be ‘randomly’ patted down. I can see it happening once, but then again on the way back — a coincidence, I think not. Both of my sisters thought it was hilarious since they breezed through without a hiccup. And my younger sister wanted to take a picture of me getting patted down at the airport in Hawaii — that would have been one for the photo album. All that would have been missing would have been Dog the Bounty Hunter after me!
Although the trip is now over — at least I have the 283 pictures I took while in Oahu to remember my week in paradise!
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The view of Waikiki Beach from our room on the 35th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village.