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I went to Hawaii for the first time.
I stayed in a cottage in Hana.
I drank diet coke for the first time in a couple of months.
I swam in the ocean.
I rescued Mr. Susan’s new glasses from a rogue wave.
I crawled in a lava tube.
I shot nine rolls of film.
I had a massage.
I got room service almost every day.
I tried coconut syrup for the very first time.
I crawled on the rocks and got sprayed by the tide.
I hiked and hiked and hiked.
I climbed a tree.
I met a Polish couple who could read my tattoo.
I watched the moon.
I slept in.
I met a random bride on the highway and took her picture.
I bought a fresh lei and left four dollars in the money box.
I gave a stray dog water and reunited him with his owner.
I watched movies on my iPad through the slowest connection ever.
I tried Spotify.
I didn’t really like it.
I pre-boarded (I always do).
I missed my dogs.
I got dozens of photos that I really love, but I’ve fallen totally in love with these.

