That's right: nothing.
So, where does one do nothing in paradise? On the beach, of course!
We chose Ka'anapali Beach because it was close to our condo, and because part of doing as little as possible includes driving as little as possible. Ka'anapali is quiet, the sand is clean, and the surf is mild.
The day went by far too quickly; Hugh and the Man-Cub snorkeled while Queen B and Katie took approximately one billion photos, in an attempt to capture the perfect pose for their Instagram accounts, and, we thoroughly enjoyed the sand and surf.
The Cub, meditating with a fellow beach enthusiast
We also enjoyed the sun, perhaps some of us a bit too much.
Ok, just me.
I managed to get scorched, even though I used a ton of Sun Bum sunscreen, which, was the best-rated reef-safe sunscreen that I could find in Colorado (always cheaper to purchase sunscreen prior to going to Hawaii).
Regular sunscreen is toxic to coral and is suspected to play a large part in the decline of reefs in Hawaii and other places. In fact, Hawaii recently passed legislation banning the sale of sunscreens containing the two most toxic chemicals-oxybenzone and octinoxate-the ban is expected to be in full effect by 2021.
I wouldn't want the fact that I ended up with a wicked burn on my backside to discourage anyone from using Sun Bum; I clearly just didn't reapply as often as I should have. Plus, my ass was pretty lily-white to begin with, so...my bad.
Please note the blinding whiteness of my ass...
My best impression of Sasquatch, on a beach...
I hadn't even realized how pink I was getting when I finally put on my rashguard for a walk down the beach with Hugh; had I realized, I would have included pants. Instead, I ended up with the kind of burn that itches like crazy once it starts to think about peeling, which, means that I am now scratching my ass in a most unladylike manner, even as I type this. Interestingly enough, though; I have not yet started to peel.
And, I digress.
Anyhoodle, after a full day of nothingness on the beach, we went back to the condo for showers and, then, a nice long walk to the food truck park on Waine'e Street.
Hugh and the Man-Cub opted for shrimp and scallops with rice from Taqueria el Chapparito, while the girls chose shrimp from Teppanyaki 2 Go, and I ordered the drunken noodles with chicken and spring rolls from Thai Food by Suri, which, was ah-mayyy-zing!
The noodles were spicy enough to clear my sinuses, and, the chili in them plumped up my lips on contact, which, probably sounds awful, but, trust me; it was not.
On our way back to the condo, we scoped out another public beach, where we discovered a cool tree that just begged for photos to be taken in front of...
...I obliged; I'm sweet like that.
We also stopped at the local ABC store so that I could buy a heavier sweatshirt than the one I had packed; that sunburn was seriously messing with my core body temperature and I was freezing, despite being cooked to well-done.
Then, it was back "home", where we capped off our day of nothingness with glasses of Pinot Grigio (me, I mean, obviously) and Moscato (the girls), and bottles of beer for the boys, along with a marathon viewing of Netflix's Santa Clarita Diet (season 3, starts March 29th!), which the boys had never seen before (they're fans, now).
Then, off to bed for a good night's sleep.
Funny how a day of doing nothing in particular felt like a really full day...
Tomorrow: Snorkeling Molokini Crater and Turtle Town.