KC and I just returned from a lovely week-long trip to Maui.  We lounged, we ate, we drank, we put on sunscreen like it was our job (mostly me)…

We hung at the pool and the beach, scored some free drinks from a nice couple at the Westin; I devoured Me Before You and What Alice Forgot.  It was heaven.

On our fourth day on the island, we signed up for a boat and snorkel tour which would take us out to Molokini the next day, then headed off to the beach.  We hiked down the beach a ways, away from our hotel, and set up shop.  We alternated between laying in the sun and heading into the water to dive into the oncoming waves.  KC was about ready to go, but I decided to take one last dip.  I headed down the beach and got to the water’s edge.  I headed in — calf-deep, waist deep, and quickly was forced underwater by an oncoming wave (ah, the joys of being 5-foot-almost-nothing).  KC came in to join me and we played in the waves together.  We finally decided we were about ready to head back, when KC kicked his feet and I heard a sharp intake of breath.  “I cut my foot, I’ve got to go back.”

This “cut” ended up being a giant gash in the bottom of KC’s foot, which would have necessitated stitches, had it not been for the location of the cut.  We spent much of the afternoon at urgent care, where we found out that KC would not be able to go back in the water.

This was kind of a bummer; but luckily we were able to cancel our upcoming snorkel tour, and had already spent 3 days swimming and lounging by the water, so we weren’t entirely deprived.

Walking proved to be doable, but painful, so we spent the next day being lazy at the hotel, then headed into Lahaina to see a movie.  And luckily, a bum foot doesn’t mean that happy hour was out of the question, so the rest of the trip was enjoyable nonetheless.

It’s certainly not the way that either of us would have chosen to spend the latter half of our vacation, but sometimes you have to just look at the bright side of a crappy situation like that.  (I mean, happy hour at 3pm sure is better than being stressed at work, right?)

Plus, that Maui humidity sure does give me some nice, big hair (because being on vacation means you don’t actually have to do your hair, right?  Right.):