It's been pretty quiet on the Creme front - did you miss me?! – because I’ve been in Hawaii (don’t be a hater) and then a bit out of the loop with jetlag and catching up on work. But forget about that boring stuff, can we please talk about Hawaii? Because, oh, it was incredible. I mean, it was always going to be wonderful to see Michael after seven weeks apart, but the tropical paradise that is Oahu’s North Shore was a pretty sweet backdrop. It’s my second time to that particular part of the world, and my third to Hawaii. I never thought I’d be into it – too American, too cheesy, you know? But when I went on a work trip (which you can read about here, if you want) way back in 2009, I fell in love. It was like stepping into South Pacific (minus the casual racism and hairwashing on the beach). Waikiki, though, is all the things I thought Hawaii might be and that’s why I avoid it. If you want to shop and hit up restaurants, or have a mai tai at the Royal Hawaiian, it’s great I guess? But I wanted to get away from all that and just have six days of peace and quiet to drink La Croix (seriously, I miss that shit, can someone please start importing it to Australia) hang out on the beach and catch up with my maaaan. So we drove an hour from Honolulu and did exactly that.
An hour after leaving the airport, we were there and it was heaven. We stayed in a great Airbnb place, a studio out the back of a super cute A-frame home. We hardly saw the owners - but we did see their cute dog, who just wanted to play with a coconut. We hung out on our 'lanai' (balcony) a ton. We wandered to the little beach across the road (Three Tables) and back via the supermarket for beers. That's about it. Did I mention it was heaven?
Sometimes we'd get hungry, and hit up the supremely delicious food trucks parked next to the supermarket. Pupukea Grill was the best!
We did occasionally venture further afield... around Sunset Beach:
And we drove into Haleiwa, the nearest town, for the famous garlic shrimp from Giovanni's food truck (in the parking lot opposite McDonalds)
We checked out the farmer's market at Waimea Valley (where, apart from the yummy food, I discovered that it's an awesome place to stack it in the car park and then snap at your husband for asking if you're okay - highly recommended).
And then, before we knew it, it was our last sunset. Now I'm back and hanging out to see that husband of mine again (eight weeks til Europe!). But let's not think about that. Let's just enjoy the goddamn sunset.