*September 22 was pretty uneventful... onto September 23.
We ate breakfast at the Wailana Coffee House again. The breakfast is so tasty and the service is pretty spot-on. The first cup of coffee is always delicious. We read on FourSquare that they only brew Folgers coffee. Knowing this fact is fairly bittersweet. Sweet because we know we can get it back home, and bitter because... well, we can get it back home. The "Hawaiian" coffee loses it's exclusive element in this case. However, if you visit Hawaii and have the desire to bring back "authentic coffee," make sure you buy Kona Coffee. Please note that "legally, a coffee merchant can mix 10% Kona beans with 90% low quality coffee that's not from Hawaii and call it Kona Blend." Don't make the mistake. :)
JD and I parted ways - him embarking on a journey to work and me to the pool.
I had to walk to the room to get my beach bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a roll of beach mats propped up against the wall in the hallway. I disregard them, grab my beach bag, walk to the elevator and turn around, remembering that I had left my phone charging in the room. As I walk back to the room, Teresa (our “housekeeper”) peeks out of the room she was cleaning and explains that she had left those mats out for JD and me.
Travel Tip: When staying at a hotel, be nice to the employees. Say hello in their native language and ask them how they’re doing. They will appreciate your attempt at being congenial and you may even get a little surprise waiting for you back at your room (even if that means you get one more towel than normal or your pillows are fluffed to an extremely comfortable amount of fluff or free beach mats).
Without hesitation, we happily accepted the mats as a gift from our new friend. The rest of the afternoon consisted of photographing the surrounding beauty of Hawaii and the Hilton Hawaiian Village.
When JD came "home", we ate dinner at Sergio’s Italian Table located in the Hilton Hawaiian Village. The Tortellini Pesto blew our tastebuds away. Unknowingly, we left the restaurant right on time. Hilton had just started the fireworks show. They played the ukulele version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and “What a Wonderful World”. I must admit that the song has grown monotonous over the years, but paired with the deep boom of the fireworks and the romantic beauty of Hawaii?... Well, the authenticity brought tears to my eyes again. The entire moment can only be described as surreal and perfect. Once again, I felt infinitely blessed to have my husband with me in a moment like that. He, of course, put his arms around me and grinned like a kid on Christmas morning – or better yet, like a groom watching his bride walk down the aisle to him on their wedding day. For some reason, my sweet husband finds pleasure in consoling me when I cry. Thank goodness.