A free trip to Hawaii. Wow, right? I don’t know; I just wasn’t feeling it. It’s the middle of the school year. It’s a long flight to just sit on the beach. I don’t need any more skin cancer. It will probably be the first nice weather week in Chicago. I had all kinds of excuses. Some might say I have a little problem with being told what to do (some???? The only way it is some, not all, is if you count the people who don’t know you.), even if it’s something good. I like to be in control of things like when and where I go on vacation. My friends were so excited for me; I really wanted to be excited, too, especially because I knew Steven was and I didn’t want to spoil his mood. It’s an honor; he earned it and it’s a free trip to Hawaii. I felt like a you-know-what.
But, I have come around now that the trip is approaching and it’s snowing in April. I have warmed (pun intended?) to the idea of Hawaii. Travel, I love it. Plus, I love to be outdoors, pushing my (35-year-old) aging body to the limits. There won’t be any beach-sitting for us. Maybe a sunset with a nice umbrellaed drink by the ocean, but that’s it for sitting around. Hiking, biking, kayaking, learning about scuba? I’m in! A brewery and some cheap eats? Even better.