Some Eventful Days in Hawai'i...

Yes, I'm going to insist upon proper spelling when I know it. I bought a book on the language while I was there. Come on... you knew I was going to. Except I don't know how to do the long vowels with the keyboard (the ones with the flat line on top of them), so I may have to omit those. You can use your imagination.

Anyway, here's a rundown of our whirlwind tour of Maui.

Day One - 12/12/13
We hopped on a plane in Portland, Oregon at around 6:45 PM our time. We arrived at Kahului airport on Maui around 10:30 PM their time. Cue the Chamaco:

He discovered that there was a breeze in Hawaii shortly after discovering that it was still upwards of 70 degrees. This was the last time he wore the hoodie for the duration of our stay.

We secured our rental car (which thankfully Train had already pre-arranged) surprisingly quickly and began the drive to Ka'anapali, which was where our hotel was. We checked in at the hotel around midnight, were quite tired, and didn't really see much.

Day Two - 12/13/13
I will merely post a panorama picture of the sight that greeted me from our 12th floor hotel balcony after day dawned on Friday. It's worth 1000 words, I promise.

Please note the beach on the right hand side. It'll be important later, I promise. :)

Anyway, the first thing the boys wanted to do was go play in the ocean. I believe Train's exact words were "frolic in the waves", and I cannot help but giggle when he says such things. So we went down to the beach, smeared on some sunscreen, and let the frolicking commence.

On a side note, the color of the ocean at Ka'anapali is my new favorite color. This will also be important later.

One cannot frolic without eating forever, though, so that evening we went to Whaler's Village in Lahaina, which is a mall, for lack of a better term. Except it's all open air. Think of it as Clackamas Town Center (for those of you who live near me) except with no roof over the main part of it. If you want a roof, you gotta go in a store. Yes, there was a whale skeleton there.

We did get dinner there, but the Chamaco had already decided on what his favorite place was... the hotel balcony. We hung out there some too.

We went and walked around in downtown Lahaina, and I got this sunset picture, which was probably my favorite one that I took the whole trip.

The Chamaco, who was getting to miss 4 1/2 days of school out of this trip, had brought along some packets of work that I had requested from his teachers. So that night Train and I went out on a "grown-up date" and left the Chamaco in the hotel room to do homework, with permission to watch something on television after he was finished. We went down to the bar, got fruity beverages, and listened to some live music with hula dancing. When we got back, he was watching something about extreme weather on the Weather Channel. I love my nerds.

Day Three 12/14/13

Our mission for day three was to drive to the top of Haleakala. We set out reasonably early in the morning, but we decided not to attempt to get up there for sunrise. We arrived at the summit around noon, and it was still worth seeing even if it wasn't for the sunrise.

On the way back we made a stop-off at the Iao Valley, which looked a little something like this:

Then in the afternoon, of course, the Chamaco wanted to go back to the beach. Train and I were already sunburned by this point, but when in Hawai'i...

Day Four 12/15/13

We got up SUPER early on Sunday because we had arranged to take a boat out to Molokini to go snorkeling. I had introduced the Chamaco to snorkeling at the beach at Ka'anapali, so he was quite excited to go swim around a reef and look at some interesting fish. I didn't get any pictures of the fish because they were underwater, but I did get some nice above-the-water pics:

This last picture, by the way, has the Chamaco out in the middle of the frame snorkeling at our second destination, which was called Turtle Town. They told us ahead of time we had a fair chance of seeing/swimming with some sea turtles. Sure enough, I personally saw three. They were bigger than I expected. We were also told that, should we see a sea turtle, we had to maintain a distance of at least 10 feet since they are a federally protected species. The turtles are apparently not aware of this. I had one swim right at me, and I had to move quick to get out of its way. It's a rather intimidating thing to have swimming right at you, though we were told they are not aggressive. 

We also did some whale watching from the boat. As it turned out, it was the first official day of whale-watching season on Maui, and we were lucky enough to see a few whales spouting out in the water and we even saw one completely jump out of the water. It was a pretty cool boat trip, and also they fed us.

In the afternoon we went back to the beach at Ka'anapali. Because we like swimming, and we are apparently gluttons for punishment when it comes to sunburn. Then we went out to dinner and my dinner had a flower in it.

I wasted no time in adding that flower to the ragingly fake pink hibiscus I was already wearing in my hair by that point (all the girls were doing it... just about every girl had a fake flower, be it plumeria or hibiscus).

Fun fact: A lady in a shop in Lahaina thought my hibiscus was real. And she was a native. She couldn't believe that I had bought it at the ABC Store up the street until I took it out and showed her the barrette it was glued to.

I also called my dad that day since it was his birthday and all. He asked if Train had gotten me my ring yet (see previous posts to know which ring I refer to). I laughed and said no, but I hadn't forgotten and if he didn't come up with one pretty soon I was going to start poking him.

Day Five 12/16/13

We set out determined to find new beaches and cool snorkeling. We found this sign at Honolua Bay:

Upon evaluation of the beach at Honolua, we decided to move on. While he has improved immensely, the Chamaco is still not the strongest of swimmers and it was a little rough and rocky for him. We went instead to D.T. Fleming Beach Park, which looks a little something like this:

Train, in one of the little nerdy breaks I love him for, told me that he was going to make a topographical map of Maui in the sand. (Refer to an earlier post about drawing states/countries in the sand on one of our first dates, though that was at the Columbia River and not on a tropical island.) He ended up doing the entire chain of Hawaiian islands, though not to scale.

 I'm pretty sure it was on this day that an interesting conversation happened in the car. We were driving back toward Ka'anapali after our adventuring, and the Chamaco was prattling on in the backseat as he is inclined to do while in a moving car. Then suddenly he said to Train, "I've never heard you say 'I love you' to my mom. Do you not love her?"

I have to say I liked Train's response. "Those are just words... they don't really mean anything anymore. People say 'I love you' to bacon and clothes and stupid stuff like that. But if you really love someone you show it through your actions. It's not just something you say."

This is another thing that's going to be significant in a few minutes. Keep reading.

Day Six 12/17/13
We had no real plans for our last full day in Hawai'i. The Chamaco wanted to try out one of the pools at the hotel, which I thought was kinda weird since the ocean was right there and the pool water was colder than the ocean water, but whatever.

The things we do for our children....

I soon got tired of sitting by the pool, though, and decided to insist that we drive and explore at least one more city. We chose Kihei, which ended up being full of coconuts.

This is my favorite "family picture" from the trip.

Despite much searching over the course of our stay on the island, we had not been able to locate a ring that even resembled my memory of the one Train had given me when we were kids. It was to the point where he was beginning to doubt that the rings I described even existed. Then we found a bunch of them in a bowl in Kihei. The sort of shell they are made out of apparently only grows to a certain size. Not a one of them even fit on my pinky finger. We decided they were probably meant for kids, which is what we had both been 20 years ago, and left without getting one.

Train was most insistent that we watch the sunset from the beach on our last night in Hawai'i. I asked if he had a particular beach in mind, and he said no, any beach was fine. We got back to the hotel around 4:30 and headed for Ka'anapali beach... the one clearly visible from the balcony of our hotel room. Told you it was important. Work with me here.

We played in the water for a while, and at one point Train called to my attention that there were flowers washing up on the beach. They were the same kind of flowers as had been in my dinner plate a few nights previous, though I still have no idea what kind they are. He gave me the ones he had collected and I made some crack about the mighty hunter bringing me flowers. We ran in and out of the waves collecting a few more of the flowers as they washed up, hypothesizing that someone's lei had broken in the water and the flowers were washing up on shore. I suppose I was vaguely conscious of the fact that the sun was setting, but I was more focused on collecting flowers. Train called for my attention (he was behind me), and when I turned around he dropped to one knee and held up a ring.

The ring, I should point out, was made of shell. Not the same kind he'd given me 20 years ago, but abalone instead. (Please hold for explanation of why there are 2 rings now.)

He said, and I may be paraphrasing slightly as I was a bit stunned, "Without you I was a miserable person. With you, I'm a tolerable person and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Meagan Rose Weich, will you marry me?"

I do remember that my response was "Any time," and I meant it. Today, tomorrow, next Tuesday... I'm down for whenever.

The Chamaco, who had come running over as soon as he saw what was happening, told Train it was the best proposal he'd ever heard and promptly asked if he got to call him his step-dad now. We laughed and said no, he'd have to wait a bit for that, at which point he lost interested and wandered back into the ocean.

Train then revealed to me that his master plan had been to bring me to Hawai'i for the express purpose of proposing to me at sunset on the last night. My mind was kind of blown. I have never, I repeat, NEVER had anyone do something for me on that scale. I'd never actually been on vacation before, much less to Hawai'i. The abalone ring, he said, was the shell ring he owed me and was "symbolic", and he had purchased it before he'd seen me looking at the blue opal ones in the shop windows in Lahaina. He said if I wanted one of those for the actual engagement ring, we could get one of those as well. We didn't have time to go into Lahaina, but maybe Whaler's Village had them. I said if Whaler's Village had one, that was fine, but I would be content with the abalone ring if they didn't.

So we went to Whaler's Village and Train charged around that place like a man on a mission, going into shop after shop and asking about blue opal rings, to be told over and over that they only had pendants and we should try another store (they all suggested the first store we'd tried). Just when we were about to give up, we found a small jewelry cart in the middle of the mall... not even a store. They had 3 blue opal rings. Only one of the three was the color/style I liked. And it happened to fit perfectly. He bought it on the spot.

I've been wearing both rings since then... the blue opal one on my left hand and the abalone one on my right. They are both symbols to me that I am marrying a man who will go to astounding lengths, lengths that seriously boggle my mind, to do nice things for me and see me happy. He has already mentioned a possible honeymoon in Cancun, which he knows is a place I've always wanted to go and haven't yet been to. But even when no grandiose gestures are involved, our relationship over the last year and a half has been built on the small, day-to-day gestures. Taking turns cooking and doing dishes. Back rubs. Helping the other person work through a difficult situation. Bringing each other the occasional little surprise. Laughing at the same fart jokes. (No, I didn't make that last one up.)

I mentioned before that when Train and I reconnected it felt like I'd gotten back the best friend I'd forgotten I lost. Even the Chamaco has commented that we are "such a perfect couple". I know no couple is perfect and that every couple has to work actively on their relationship, but I like to think that Train and I have a bit of a head start considering we first met when we were 8 years old and we were friends even then. We became friends a few months before my sister was even born, which means we've already had 23 years to reach the level we're at now.

Anyway, I had to share that story since I'm super excited that soon I'm going to be marrying my best friend. I don't know exactly when yet, but I'm hoping for soon. :-)

Day Seven 12/18/13
One last sunrise from the hotel room balcony.

And then a trip to Kahului to return our rental car and get on this plane.

I'm not gonna lie. I did not want to get on that plane. I was seriously tearing up every time I thought about getting on the plane, and I'm getting a little teary now as I write this. Our time in Hawai'i, our first family vacation, was kinda magical and I wasn't ready for it to be over. But I had some time to make peace with the idea while looking at stuff like this:

Someday I'm going to go back, and it'll be magic again.