On Thursday the boys asked me if we could go back to the North Shore. They wanted to see the big waves and watch some surfers do their thing. Originally they had talked about surfing themselves but it turned out they were more than content just to watch.
We drove the scenic way to the North Shore and spent some time on the beach and then spent a couple of hours walking in and out of stores in Haleiwa.
It was probably our most low-key day and I thoroughly enjoyed it. When we got back to Waikiki we watched the sunset. Because of all of the clouds you never really saw the sun actually set, but you certainly couldn’t help but watch the colors change drastically.
We ended the day by walking the length of Kalakaua Avenue going in and out of all of the stores. My boys bought their father a Christmas gift at the Ferrari store (a $50 t-shirt), they tried on ridiculously expensive clothes in the Ralph Lauren store — the teenager who did not belong to me fell in love with a $1,000 sweater and swore to me if he was given $1,000 he would surely buy that sweater. When I questioned him on it a little more and offered a couple of other ways to spend $1,000 he thought about it for a minute and decided I was probably right and the only way he’d buy that sweater is if he had an “extra $1,000.” Here he is in his dream sweater, contemplating the day he’ll purchase it with his own money. . .
Friday morning I woke the boys up at 5:30 a.m. so we could watch the sunrise at Diamond Head. The park opened at 6 a.m. and I wanted to be there at 6 a.m. so we could make it to the top before the sun actually came up. The idea of watching the sunrise was appealing to all three of them, until I woke them up at 5:30. They staggered around trying to get themselves together and I called for the car. When we got to the park they complained. It was dark. Um, yeah. When we started out at the trailhead they complained about the lack of visibility, even though I had a flash light. Then they complained when the trail went from smooth pavement to rocks and what not. By this point I had figured out my best course of action was to simply be quiet and continue walking. When I offered a positive and upbeat response to one of their complaints I was met with harsher complaints and attitude. So I stopped responding. Didn’t stop them from complaining though. The youngest swore he rolled his ankle AT LEAST ten times, my oldest announced to the darkness that he was “done with this” at least 4 times, the child who was not mine complained about the lack of street lights. I just kept quiet and continued to walk. When we reached the first look out (I’m not even sure this is half way up the mountain) practically in unison all three of them said “is this it?!” Out of respect for my own sanity I said “no, but this is close enough.” The older boys walked out beyond the sign that said “don’t walk past here” and found themselves a perch on the side of the mountain and the youngest boy and I climbed up onto a rock and sat quietly.
People came to the landing, stopped for a minute or two, took a couple of pictures and then moved on to head up the mountain. There were many clouds in the sky and as I watched the sky brighten I feared we would not actually SEE the sun rise but simply witness the sky lighten and change colors. The boys were happy though so I didn’t really care, it was beautiful regardless.
I took great pleasure in watching my children WATCH the sunrise.
At this point I thought the sun was up as far as it was going to come and we would not actually see the yellow orb in the sky. The people who had gathered at the lookout began to head further up the mountain but we just sat. The boys were not in a hurry to head down and I was enjoying the scenery.
And then as we sat longer the orb rose out of the sky and it was amazing!
None of these boys had EVER seen the sunrise and they talked about it the whole way down the mountain. I was happy, again, that I had forced them to do something they insisted they didn’t need to do – it had been well worth it!
That night I took them out for sushi at Doraku – I will eat fish on occasion and this was definitely an occasion. Yum. I’m pretty sure it was the freshest fish I’d eaten in a long time. It certainly was pretty.
Friday was the day we were to get the address of the home of the people I would leave the extra child at when we left on Saturday afternoon (since his flight did not leave until midnight on Sunday). When he talked to his step mother she informed him that the “friend” “no longer lived on the big island but had since moved to Maui.” Never mind we were NEVER ON THE BIG ISLAND to begin with. Now he had no place to stay. His dad suggested he stay another night in the hotel we were at but changed his mind when he learned the nightly cost. The boy said he would attempt to find a cheaper room and then let his father know so money could be deposited into the boy’s account. Sounded like a good plan.
Friday night Jenny got off work at 8. She came by the hotel, picked me up and took me to her house so I could meet her sweet dogs. She introduced me to a friend and the three of us went to Kona Brewing and enjoyed good beer and great conversation. It was extremely enjoyable, the best night for me. I forgot to ask the friend to take a picture of us until we were in the parking lot – so there is no “Hawaii scenery” but really, we are in Hawaii. . .
(That’s right Jenny. . . didn’t tag you on Facebook with this, but I did put it on my blog. . . 🙂 xoxo)
When I got back to the hotel the boys informed me that the child who is not mine had dropped his cell phone into the ocean and it was forever gone. Poof. Um, this threw me a little. I laid in bed that night trying to figure out what I was going to do. I could not leave this child in Hawaii with no place to stay and no way to contact anyone; it went against my motherly grain. So I figured I would get him a go phone or a trak phone the next day and he could be in contact with his folks and things could move forward.
When I shared my plan the next morning he said it was not a good plan since he didn’t know anyone’s phone number. They were just in his cell phone. A phone would do him no good if he couldn’t reach anyone. And before you ask, no, I don’t have his parents phone numbers because I don’t know his parents. They have never seen or talked to me. Never.
So with that plan scrapped I spent the morning of our last day sitting in Starbucks on my iPad, and walking Kuhui going in and out of motels asking of rates and availability. In two and a half hours I found great rates $79/80, but NO availability for at least two weeks. At last I found a hotel two alleyways behind the hotel we were staying in with a room for $150. I booked it immediately, explained the situation and the woman allowed him to check in at noon, instead of 3 since he would be alone with baggage. She assured me she would call the shuttle for him the next day and they would not ask him to leave the hotel while he waited (even though he would have to check out of his room at noon). I fed the boy before we left for the airport and told him to stay safe. He thanked me sincerely and promised he would stay safe and call us when he got home and to a phone. Which he did on Christmas Eve morning. To say I was stressed out from the second we left him until he phoned almost two days later safely back in Oregon is an understatement.
I did manage to take a few pictures on that last morning, though.
All of the boys and I enjoyed the vacation despite the various hiccups, but I decided on the plane ride home that my love for Hawaii is a mad, serious love and I’m not ready to go anywhere else just yet. In my first conversation with Blue Eyes after we got home I told him I didn’t want to go to Ixtapa next year as we had planned, I wanted to go back to Hawaii. Just the two of us. No kids. He said it sounded just fine to him. 🙂
I hope you all had a lovely, meaningful Christmas and that the New Year holds everything you hope for. My best to you all!