Paradise - Wailea, Hawaii / Part I

Now that I can finally function, I am ready to show you a little glimpse of what we got to see for seven lovely days. I wish I could do it justice, but I know that's not possible. Here is my attempt.

Warning: This will be long. This will be detailed. This will be my way of always remembering what a little piece of heaven was like. 

Day 1- Arrival

On Wednesday morning around 5:30 a.m., I blindly drove myself to the airport. I was flying by myself, as my husband had left the previous day, so my stomach was seriously in my throat. I was terrified. Straight up.

I was that person pretty much running up to the AA counter flinging my bags at them, shaking hands included. I was anxious to get the show on the road, and pretty much crossing my fingers nothing would go wrong while I was riding solo. Solo for about 15 hours.

I must say I was certainly patting myself on the back as nothing went wrong, I found everything super easy, and 8.5 hours in a plane next to people drinking wine and bud light wasn't too bad. I survived. And I made it to paradise to be happily greeting by my husband. And Starbucks.

I got off the plane feeling drugged, but oh did paradise through my hair feel good. I was ready to take my jeans off and get those beach clothes a rollin'.

I was surprised to find that arriving at the airport, you don't get lei'd actually getting off the place. But I was pleasantly siked to find out you DID get lei'd upon arrival at the resort. I crossed that one off of the bucket list. Three times in fact.

And the resort? Oh my that resort. Grand Wailea, is in fact, where IT'S at.

My first night in Maui we all went out to dinner at a restaurant down the beach called Spago. Okay let me backtrack it up.

"We" is some of my husband's insurance team. My husband kicked major buns and won us a trip to Maui. The trip was for all of the insurance people in his company who made it as well, all across the US. I am pretty sure they said 600 people all together (spouses included). Talk about a good time.

Anyway, so we went out to dinner with a few from his district and ate the most unreal food and stared at the Hawaii sunset. I wish I wouldn't have been completely dead so I could have really soaked this day in. However, after dinner my eyes closed without telling me and I called it a day.

Day 2- Beach Chic White Party

I woke up, looked out of our large ocean front windows, and just smiled. Oh my lanta the happiness I felt.

Mr. Husband was off golfing so I grabbed my phone, put on my workout clothes, and walked for miles on the walking path on the beach. I seriously couldn't stop. Two hours went by and I just walked and walked. I ended up stopping and sitting on some lava rocks and just staring out at the ocean. I kept saying thank you I'm pretty sure 500 bazillion times. It was truly magical. As cheesy as I sound, I'm not even joking.

And that was before the breakfast of a lifetime.

We got to choose three items from a list that we wanted to do while we were there. Husband chose golf, and I chose spa. We got a little spoiled.

The first spa day was manicure and pedicure. I am pretty sure I could get a pedicure every single day. Even though of course I was awesome and messed it up within hours. I suppose the sun I "hopefully" got on my back while laying out on my stomach was worth it. Speaking of, if you haven't tried Sparitual nail polish, get. on. it.

I will spare you all of the details of the pool and laying out because really, they were all the same. Order a drink, get some sun, cover our bodies in sunscreen. Repeat and repeat. Okay other than going down the sweet water slides. It was pretty much a mini theme park. Except I lost my top on one. The one that had a camera, of course.

After swimming, laying out, sliding, and relaxing it was time to get ready for the infamous "Beach Chic Party". The party where everyone wore white and the beach music was blaring, complete with chandeliers. It was stunning. The food was unreal with a variety of seafood, meats, breads, and salad.

We danced all.night.long. Ahhh, so fun. Even though the band ended, the party definitely didn't. And to think that it was all only getting started.

The party continued for 4 more glorious days......

Coming up: The rest of the trip in Wailea, and then traveling on down to Lahaina where Jeff and I had a three day party of our own.

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