I’m not one of those bloggers who just happens to be a fabulous photographer. You know — the ones who say oh, this is just us lazing about on a Saturday afternoon then casually toss in a photo that looks like it was cut out of a Mini Boden catalog? Yeah, not me.
But that won’t stop me from foisting my vacation photos on you. Because even I can’t take a bad picture in Hawaii.
Our family’s return to an even keel is an event worth celebrating, so we splurged on a Spring Break vacation in Maui. Every frequent flyer mile we’ve ever earned went toward the flights, which left us enough to upgrade our hotel room to “oceanfront.”
As we counted down the days to our departure, not even Portland’s cold, wet Spring could dampen our spirits.
I now believe that a week in Maui is the magical cure for whatever ails you. Seven days of sun, snorkeling, palm trees, and shave ice has a softening effect on just about any problem.
The warm sand and blue water welcomed us. The scent of plumerias kept us company. Electronics, homework and to-do lists were forgotten. It was a glorious exercise in grabbing the good times with both hands and running.
We’re home now, fortified by sunlight, filled with memories. No matter what the future holds, we can don our imaginary leis and sigh, thankful for our week in paradise.
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