So, the second morning we were in Hawaii I was woken up by this
Yes, that’s a text from Baby Brother telling me to go to Starbucks. At 7:14 am. (And yes, he’s really in my phone as “Baby Brother”. Josh is in there as “Husband”, and previously was “Boyfriend”. I like descriptive names)
Clearly, if something was so good you have to wake your sister up on her honeymoon to tell her about it, it must be tried
(wake me up on my honeymoon good? that I’m not sure on….)
We also had to try something the husband was curious about
Spam, eggs, and rice. From McDonalds.
He was more skeptical of the eggs than the Spam. Not kidding.
He liked it.
I tried the smallest bite possible. I’m not the biggest meat eater in general. Spam at 8 am just didn’t sound that good.
Then we went and got a rental car to explore more of Oahu (we’re both fans of not driving when it can be avoided, so we stayed somewhere that walking/buses were easy to do most of the time, and just got a car for one day.)
We drove through the Dole plantation
Where we learned something that blew our minds
You ready for this guys?
They don’t grow on trees!!!!
Madness. Seriously. Minds. Blown.
We went here because the sign was pretty
It was a super cute little town
After I took a picture of the surfboard garden I saw a sign saying no pictures. Whoops.
There was a L&L there, so we stopped for lunch. Josh was excited because it was kinda super sketchy looking, and we were the only white people there.
See how high quality the signage was inside?
And possibly just as sketchy as our breakfast meat.
Have you ever eaten spam?
Did you know pineapples don’t grow on trees?