Day started well. Hiking on the resort started the morning (the maps were bad, I got lost), but I stumbled upon a sea turtle amidst the ramblings. Lunch from a shrimp truck, which would have been better, but the menu read like a Chinese restaurant in a shopping mall. Afternoon spent by the pool/beach was terrific, and the afternoon nap even better.
Then the evening began. We headed out for Mexican food (yes, in Hawaii. I love it). About a mile from our turn, we saw a brilliant flash of light which we thought to be lightning. It turned out to be a power line that fell in the road, so all traffic was turned around after a lengthy delay. We headed back east to find dinner, in a desperate effort to avoid overpriced, bland resort food, only to drive about 40 miles and pass only 3 places: one serving "island-like cuisine," the other looking sketchy, and the third--the one we picked--serving local fare. It was called J&L's Hawaiian BBQ. There was no BBQ on the menu, in case you're curious. I ordered loco moco, a genius invention of white rice topped with two hamburger patties, two eggs over easy, and the whole thing smothered in gravy. And did I mention that cold macaroni salad was tucked in the side of the container? Ned got "the mixed plate"--gravy over hamburger patty over steak over rice over (again) cold macaroni salad. He had a side of beef stew. If you're counting, that's 3 kinds of beef in one styrofoam container. Photos follow, b/c I know that no one will believe the concoctions.
Late night will include lots of Tums.
My brother, Patrick, applied to Mississippi Teacher Corps today. Keep your fingers crossed!
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