Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Camp Parma

 Our last stop on our month-long vacation was my Aunt and Uncle's house, which we call "Camp Parma".
(No further explanation necessary)

My cousins Andrea and Niko were there, along with their kids.  This was a treat for my own brood, because they love getting together with their second cousins.

This made for a lot of diapers to burn.  I think I saw Uncle Paul donning a Hazmat suit . . .

Don't let that fool you though.  My Uncle Paul is the biggest kid of the lot.
 
Auntie Erna was so kind to keep an eye on the kids for me so I could sneak away to do some sketching.  I've never tried to draw before, but when I was at the Smithsonian I saw a beautiful book about how to draw botanical pictures, and I purchased it.  I'm not necessarily that good, but I did find it oddly absorbing.  Uncle Gary even joined me in Aunt Sue's beautiful garden to do some sketching!

 What a lovely way to finish up our trip!
 


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Shark's Cove - Hawaii Day 7?

I accidentally got days 6 and 7 mixed up.  One of the wonderful things about being on vacation is that it doesn't matter!  It's all awesomeness and rainbows!

Anyway, on this particular day, whichever day it was, we went to Shark's Cove so the kids could play in the tide pools.

Shark's Cove was one of my most favorite places to go as a kid, but it's not exactly close.  It's on the North Shore of the island, so it took us an hour or so to get there.

Of course, we did make a few stops for necessities.

It always strikes me as humorous to see chickens randomly wandering around.  It's not just in the rural parts of the island either!  We saw them in Aiea and Waikiki!
(Perhaps they're on vacation too?)

Shark's Cove is an awesome place to explore and snorkel, but you do have to be careful.  For one thing, the lava rocks there are wicked sharp and will badly cut your skin, sometimes through your shoes.  No going barefoot here!

The weather on this particular day was very inconsistent.  It would alternate between beautiful and sunny to a short 3 minute torrential downpour.

My brother Nathan had arrived from the Mainland the night before, but despite his being jet lagged he came along as well.

Peter especially had fun discovering secrets in the pools.


Gabe was the only one, though, who managed to catch a fish in his little hand net.  (Poor fish.)

Uncle Broke-toe Earl (to be explained later) and Auntie Cupcake Pauline as well as my cousin Candace came along too.

One thing about the locals is, "dey no like for swim".  All the haoles (white people) are in the sun soaking up the UV rays and the locals are in their sweat shirts hiding under umbrellas.


The other thing to keep in mind is that the waves on this side of the island can be intense and not to be taken lightly, especially during the winter months.  My Mum told us a story about one time when we were kids visiting here, a rogue wave came in and swept several people on a nearby ledge out to sea.
 

As long as you're careful and not foolish, you can see some fantastic fish and even honu (sea turtles) if you're lucky.  If you don't have an underwater camera you can always purchase a disposable underwater camera for around $7. 
 
Shark's Cove is the only place I've ever seen the Hawaiian state fish, the humuhumunukunukuapua'a.
 
Once we were done snorkeling and exploring, Grandpa and I headed back home with the three youngest kids, while Andy, Grandma, Nathan, and Peter went hiking.
 




People complain that Oahu is too tourist-y, but that's only because they don't get outside of Honolulu or Waikiki.  Seriously, can it get any more beautiful than this?!
 


Monday, February 11, 2013

Hawaii Day 8

Swap Meet! 

If you're ever on Oahu, you have to visit the Aloha Stadium Swap Meet.  You can get all the great souvenirs you need (and don't need).  While you're there, stock up on some fabulous tees!

After a rainy morning shopping at the Swap Meet, we got some Pasteles (pronounced pah-TAY-lays) for lunch.  Pasteles are a Spanish dish with some sort of chicken or pork (I think) in a corn mix with olives that's steamed in foil and served with a side of Spanish rice.

To. Die. For.

Since we were in the area, we took the kids to the Bishop Museum.

When I was a kid it was one of my favorite places to go, so I had lots of happy nostalgic memories as my own kids explored the exhibits.
 ('Ahu 'Ula feather shoulder cape)

 



Saturday, February 9, 2013

Hawaii Day 7

(Sorry I've been on such a long blogging hiatus.  After we got back from Hawaii, I was so busy editing photos, videos and scrapbooking everything, I was all "photo-ed out".)

On this Saturday the rest of the Ohana (family) came to Bellows for a true Hawaiian luau.  That wasn't scheduled until lunch, however, so we spent the morning relaxing at the beach.

Now, when I mentioned "luau", I bet you were envisioning grass skirts and slaughtered pigs and tiki torches.

Nope, a real local style get-together involves -

- a gas grill.

 Uncle Earl brought poke (raw fish) and some squid (raw too, of course)

Not my idea of tastiness, but to each his own, I guess!

Gabe wasn't too thrilled either.

Uncle Mike, the Grill Master, made Char Siu Chicken and steak with a secret Hawaiian salt marinade.

Auntie Karen made Shoyu Chicken drumsticks (that's her hiding behind the lid).

 Ella got to snuggle with Grandma the Great.
 

Yummy food, great company - a perfect day!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Hawaii Day 6


Bellows AFS, where we are staying, is on the east side of the island, which means every morning we are treated to a spectacular sunrise.

Mum and Dad offered to watch the three older kids for us so that Handyman and I (and baby Ella, of course) could get away for a few hours.

Our sort of "dates" don't always involve candlelight and romantic dinners.

To be fair, Handyman did try to talk me out of attempting this climb, but I was stupid stubborn optimistic that I could do at least a part of it.

The online description of the Koko Head Trail said it was less than a mile long.  "How bad could it be?" I thought.

Heh.  A mile straight up.

I am so thankful for my extremely patient hubby, who never complained at my snail's pace and who walked in front of me all the way down in case I slipped.
 (Hee hee, I like this picture because I look the same height as Handyman.)


On the way home from our hike Handyman noticed a local guy blowing leaves.  He was wearing the same sort of clothes Handyman wears at home - when the weather is 10 degrees!

I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
(And perspiration, if you want to get all swanky and alliterated).