It's hard to explain what it feels like to wake up to the last day in Hawaii. We are homesick and running out of clean clothes, but we are also so sad it is ending. Returning to real life seems like such a boring, disappointing proposition. I have a deeply held fantasy about moving to Hawaii. I know it's probably not realistic because I would get too stir crazy. Yet there is something that speaks to me in the Islands that make it feel like home, like where I'm meant to be. And living anywhere else feels temporary and false until the day I can get to where I'm supposed to be. During the trip, Leo told me he would also like to live in Hawaii and work at a diamond store.
I'm a practically a professional packer, so it didn't take too long for me to have us ready to go. We had some time before we needed to go to the airport so we headed to Kiholo Bay for a hike. The drive down from the highway was a bit bumpy, but we had already punished our rental car so much it didn't seem like too much more to make it down this road.
I had my camera on a night setting for this picture, which caused it to have a strange effect.
I figured it out and here's a normal picture of Tom spotting some sea turtles off shore.
We discovered a couple freshwater ponds just inland.
Here's Tom in front of some fancy private home. His future home, perhaps?
Shell frozen in lava.
Black lava rock mixing with sand on the idicalic beach.
Very pretty bay.
Leo on the black "sand".
We could see Maui in the distance. Maybe that will be our next Hawaiian destination.
I can't thank this guy enough for taking us on this amazing vacation. We soaked up the island to the fullest and I'm glad we did.
Panoramic shot.
We made it to the airport and through check-in, which was a sweaty, cranky process.
The flight home was uneventful. We miss Hawaii and talk about it all the time.