Day Three in Paradise

No, we haven't gotten anymore ambitious!  The term, hang loose, is my mantra!  Amazing, isn't it?

It took me a day or two to remember how to be lazy.  And it took about half of that day to catch a cold, REQUIRING me to be lazy.  So, as you read this, plug your nose and that's how I am talking to you now.

Following a non-production fishing excursion (but since catching a fish would have just been the frosting and Hubby was satisfied with the cake, that was still good) and making friends with our neighbors from Canada (who are LDS so we did the standard Priesthood and Relief Society chat - nice, nice people), we got sorta cleaned up (changed clothes, did not fix hair much) and walked across the "Kam highway" to the PCC (we've now become locals, using abbreviations instead of long names).

I wonder if Hazel grew overnight or if a neighbor moved in next door.  This is a crab hole and . . .

there were pretty large crab tracks nearby.

We plunked down quite a chunk of cash (big receipt from credit card) and immediately headed for the coconut ice cream.  YUM!  The most creamy and luscious concoction ever created.  We enjoyed the Tongan drummers and their unsuspecting guests that they made fun of (remember when they did that to Hubby?), the Samoan comedian who can make you laugh then make you afraid because he is not only funny but can give you that fierce Samoan look that can make you stop everything and pay attention, the beautiful canoe show on the river featuring dancers from each country, the Aerotora (New Zealand) village with the huge meetinghouse and singer/dancers tossing their sticks to the beat of the music.

We visited with older LDS missionaries who work at the PCC and thought, "Hmm, a mission to this place might be amazing!" and took a tram ride over to BYU-I and the Laie Temple. 

 BYU-I 

See the temple way down the drive.

 There I found two sister missionaries, got their family's phone numbers and e-mail addresses with the express purpose of calling or e-mailing their families and telling them that their children are doing great!  When people have surprised me with calls, e-mails and pictures like this of our Elder in Washington, it has made my day and I vowed to do that for some other mom the next time I got the chance.

Our entrance ticket entitled us to a free meal before the evening performance, but by 5 PM, I was feeling either very, very allergic to plumeria flowers, or I was coming down with an honest to goodness cold.  We ate our dinner (Kahlua pig is soooooo good and so is coconut cake) and Hubby asked the clerks if we could get a rain check on the show.  They were kind enough to allow that so he got me some Nyquil and we went back to the bungalow. 

It is now sun-up, Hubby is still crashed and I am listening to the gentle sound of the surf.  Today we will visit a flea market in Honolulu and buy stuff for the fam, then come back to Laie to the temple or drive up north again.  The swells are supposed to be BIGGER today and I'd like to seem some real surfing.