Today Rick and I decided to take a road trip with our rental car. The Island is pretty small, and quite country, especially compared to our Island. We are not used to having the freedom of a car so we were so excited, eating Spicy Ahi Poke and drinking red bulls while mapping out the journey in the car. As soon as we got up on the ridges and hills of the mountain we were astounded by the beauty. We stopped by a small lookout to rest and get some air, and to get some shots by the lovely view. We met an English married couple who volunteered to take a picture of us together. Then we made it to the Waimea Canyon Lookout, a slightly bigger lookout with toilet facilities, parking spaces and railings. It was so beautiful, that Rick and I got deep into conversation, with subjects like, ‘If I wanted to fall down and die in a canyon, this would be the one.’ ‘I wouldn’t even get them to bring your body back, because it’s so peaceful and beautiful’ ‘And you could come here to look out and know that I was resting here’. We felt like after this, there is not really any need to go to the Grand Canyon. Strike it off the Bucket list. We stopped by the Shrimp Station for some lunch We had some sweet chili and Thai shrimp and rice, this is a great place to eat, nice to sit outside on the benches looking at the country life tumbling along in the village. Some small local nice shops to stop by too. RIght next to this place, was a great place for smoothies and shakes that we indulged in as we got in the car again to drive towards the beach park where we wanted to catch the sunset. A cheerful Rachel met us there, she was hanging out with her pal who was grilling her a fish as a celebration for her last night on the island. The Palihale beach is just stunning, because of the endless smooth sand, and the astounding mountains. The road there concludes with a five mile dirt road, which isn’t very smooth for a economy rental car, but we managed. We sat down on the soft soft sand and witnessed the sun go down into, – CLOUDS> GReat. So we basically missed the sunset. But it was still beautiful. I woke up this morning with some scary news about my grandmother being taken to hospital, so while the sun went down and painted the beach orange and red, my heart was sunken too, thinking about her, her name meaning sunny road. Alone, in a hospital bed, after a heart attack and pneumonia, my strong sunny grandmother who survived Norway being invaded by the Nazi’s, growing up as an orphan, loosing her husband to cancer, loosing her grandson at an early age. Falls and broken limbs, this woman is tough. And it seems she might be okay this time too. My sunny heart rays are beaming her way.