When it comes to your gut instincts trying to tell you something, Jason and I have become experts at listening, especially when it feels like it’s time for another getaway.
There’s so much of the world we still want to experience and since our travels may slow down in the next few years, we’ve decided to embark on one last trip with just the two of us on the peaceful island of Maui.
Our original plans (before baby news) involved an adventure next April to Honduras or South Africa so Jason could spend his 30th year of existence swimming with whale sharks. But apparently it’s frowned upon to take a one month old baby to a third world country. I certainly wouldn’t put it past us. But we’re listening to our guts – and our guts are screaming for a beach vacation right now.
So, Maui it is. While it’s a far cry from our typical exotic destinations, it does more than suit our desire for one last ocean adventure: turns out I am not immune to the measles, and traveling to exotic locales with my also-not-immune baby boy in utero is a risky thing. Too risky for me. And that says a lot. So we’re hopping on a quick flight to Hawaii for Thanksgiving and will spend our last getaway together safe from third world diseases. We’ll share our last bit of peaceful solitude counting our blessings, giving thanks and making memories with this growing orb that is my belly.
Aloha and A hui hou…