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| Happy Hour, again? Well, okay... |
The last time we came to Maui, I didn’t know what to expect. I have friends and an aunt who have visited Hawaii countless times and I didn’t understand the attraction. It seemed like the island version of Disneyland: dudes in Hawaiian shirts, tourists with cameras, sunburnt kids crabbing at their parents. But we were lured by the idea of a vacation with Shane and Kendra and their kids, so what the hey?
Maui is much more than we expected. So easy. It smells good here, and the air is warm and balmy, and it’s easy to get lulled into an afternoon nap by the tradewinds. The kids can run free, from beach to pool or up and down the hallways and elevators. Happy hour is from 3 to 6 every afternoon, and the coconut drinks with the colorful parasols and pineapple wedges are half-price. There is always a fresh towel waiting for you by the pool. Bathing suits double as undies.
When people talk about vacations, this is what they mean.
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