Hawaii Day One

Here we are on the airplane ready for the six and a half hour flight to Honolulu. (You can tell we aren't in Hawaii yet because my hair is still smooth—not any more!) The flight was pretty uneventful except . . . let me vent for a second . . . I think it is ridiculous that I paid for two tickets to Hawaii and am stuck on a plane for six hours and I have to bring my own food or pay their outrageous fees to buy the pre-made sandwiches on the flight! Sorry, I digress . . .
Our flight put us in Hawaii at about 3:00 PM their time, 7:00 PM our time but by the time we got off the airplane, retrieved our luggage, flagged down and rode the shuttle to the car rental place, got our car (which is actually a really nice Jeep Patriot) and checked into the hotel, it was evening and so we really didn't do much but take a walk on the beach and eat dinner.

We ate at this little restaurant/ramen house. The entire restaurant is one big bar that you sit and eat at. While we were eating, a Japanese family came in, ordered dinner and started eating. Looking at us, they made the comment to Colby that he held his chopsticks correctly (all in Japanese so I didn't understand a word). They then noticed me trying to eat with chopsticks (I like to eat with chopsticks because it takes me so long to get any food to my mouth that my stomach thinks it is full and I don't eat as much) and made the comment to me that I was holding my chopsticks wrong (in sign language once they realized I didn't understand what they were saying) the five-year-old little girl then showed me how to use the chopsticks correctly. Once I was holding them right and actually ate one bite, they all cheered.

Colby has been enjoying all the Japanese that is spoken and written here.