I spent pretty much every day in Waikiki the same way: woke up early to eat heaping plates of tropical fruit at our complimentary breakfast buffet with Sly, watched the sunrise from the balcony, completed the daily crossword puzzle(s), walked across the street to the beach, read a book, took a nap on the warm sand, returned from beach to hang out on balcony while listening to the evening’s entertainment playing poolside below, and dinner with Sly after he returned from work.
Some days there were slight variations that involved acai bowls, bus rides to non-touristy parts of town, shopping at Target (Target! I missed you) and browsing the sale section at the Urban Outfitters located across the street from our hotel. Every day, a different, yet similar beach, a new book. I contemplated taking surfing lessons but, after watching a pre-teen girl, her stage mom, and said girl’s own personal videographer “take surf lessons,” I thought, forget it. This beach will do just fine.
Tough life, I know, but someone has to live it…
