Steve and I went to Hawaii for 11 nights, just the two of us, and it was glorious.

We slept in, napped, and slept some more.

We watched movies every night, feasted on fresh pineapple and papaya, we snorkelled and swam and sunned our pasty bodies. I read three books, I turned my phone off, and I walked for miles on sandy shores.

My parents came out to watch the girls and we are forever indebted to them for the gift of their generosity and love. Steve and I will have been married for 14 years this summer, and this felt like a second honeymoon. Such a blessing to be able to unplug, unwind and just BE.

We did a bike tour that had us descend from the top of the Haleakala volcano. That was cool.

Oh, and I pooped EVERYDAY we were gone. Usually I am a hopelessly constipated traveller and it’s horrible and bloaty and painful and ew, but I’d like to thank the four litres of dark Hawaiian coffee I drank every morning, as well as our relaxed schedule, for keeping me regular. Travelling is so much more enjoyable when you’re not carrying six days worth of undigested food in your guts.

That about sums it up. Aloha!