Monday, June 21, 2010

Oh Jet Lag, We Meet Again (Or why you should go to Kauai)

I've become a pro at jet-lag. NOT getting it that is. Well, okay, I get it but not for long. Going to China 4 times in one year with a side of London, England will do that to a girl. However, I just returned from my vacation in Kauai and I have to say that this time, it is kicking my butt. I know I won't get pity, I just came from Kauai after all, but I'm trying to decipher where I went wrong. Here I am, at home, working (well, just finished) and it's 9:15pm. Why didn't I feel this awake when I was at work today?

Kauai was amazing. Matt and I went there for our honeymoon and when we got a lucky break at work we were able to go again. We read, relaxed, ate ice cream for dinner, went snorkeling, and ate way more food than we should have.  The temperature was great! I'm not normally into heat and stuff but the breeze made it perfect.

One of my favorite moments was, sadly, the second to last day. Towards the end of the day we went to Polihale State Park. It is at the end of the road all of the way to the west. There was an ominous sign saying that only 4-Wheel Drive vehicles were allowed (we had a rental car, does that count?). We'd received many warnings about how bumpy it was, not to get stuck, make it out there if its the last thing you do, blah, blah blah. So we did. Make it out there that is. We didn't get stuck. It was bumpy. Actually, that is an understatement. It was like driving on an oversized Cheeto. No joke. The dirt is reddish-orange, there were pot holes everywhere, and we were constantly dodging giant holes. Just imagine if a Cheeto was huge enough to drive on. That'd be a problem!

Poor Matt was driving and doing a far better job than I would do but I still felt the need to freak out (Sorry Matty). After 45 minutes on this giant Cheeto road we found the most amazing beach ever. It was the kind of beach that made you forget the ordeal it took to get there. It was quiet, with a gorgeous view. One end tapered off to where the island curved and the other end stopped abruptly at the beginning of the Napali coast where cliffs are ridiculously high and there isn't a way to get around it unless you go by boat.

We stepped up to the water and the temperature was perfect. It was bath water warm but NOT from the usual suspects. This is the ocean you know, not your neighbor's pool. The waves were gentle and the white sea foam created intricate patterns in the sand. The sun began to set and there wasn't a bird in the sky. It was a postcard picture of a beach in Hawaii.

It was the postcard picture that gave me this undeniable jet-lag. It was also worth it. How could it not be?

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