Saying Aloha

Aloha!


It feels funny to write that, as I sit at home on a Sunday evening, thinking ahead to a busy work week and staring at the snow still piled up in our front yard.

The last time I heard anyone say "aloha" was just about 24 hours ago, in a very different climate and a very different part of the country.


That's when Conservative Hubby and I boarded our flight from Honolulu back to Chicago, after an absolutely amazing week-long trip to the beautiful U.S. islands floating in the Pacific.

The reason for our February escape? A (quite) belated honeymoon.

As we discovered from our first couple of days on Oahu and learned even more so as we wrapped up our trip on Maui, there's nothing wrong with a belated honeymoon. Especially one to paradise.

Naturally, I took along my trusty camera and snapped hundreds of photos of our adventure. So, starting today, I'm going to take you through some of the highlights of the trip.


It all began on day one, when we arrived in Honolulu and headed straight for our hotel, the Westin in Waikiki. The gorgeous views of mountains and ocean you saw above just so happened to be the view from our hotel room.

And this is the hotel itself, the oldest one in Waikiki. It's a lovely place, with the main areas all open to the ocean air and views.


(A terrific fellow went out of his way to hook us up with the most amazing accommodations and views we could imagine on this trip, and for this week thank him very much!)