While my east coast friends are dealing with the first snow of the season, I am enjoying a warm and (mostly) sunny weekend in Hawaii. My main reason for visiting is head-scratching to most people I talked to. It seems rather silly to fly 10 hours each way to rack up on mileage points. Of course I would love to stay longer but with my trip to Denmark earlier this year, I have already depleted all of my vacation days at work except for one. So here I am in Honolulu for a weekend.
This is one of those vacations that I have nothing planned in my itinerary. I've been to Honolulu ten years ago so have seen some of the must-see attractions. I'm here to relax and just indulge in activities I enjoy (which may or may not include a dip in the ocean. Seriously, I'm not much of a swimmer). Upon arriving at the hotel yesterday, I took a long time just chilling in my room with no hurry to get out until hunger eventually took over. You see, all I had during the eight hour long flight from Chicago to Honolulu was a yogurt parfait. It was one of the best yogurt parfaits I ever had with thick Greek yogurt, blueberry compote, homemade granola, dried sour cherries, and cajeta. What a treat from Tortas Frontera! But still, it was far from enough. So yes, a rumbling tummy eventually drove me out of the posh and comfortable hotel room in search of ramen.