2nd day. Washington DC

The oak of righteousness. 

The tomb of the unknown soldier. 

Josie and I at WWII memorial. 

Jefferson Memorial and NRE 5th grade

A wonderful quote from one of our founding fathers. 

It is April 7th and raining. We are headed by bus to our nations capital for the 2nd day. We will be at the Capital building for a tour and then the American History museum. Off to another early start. These are chronicles from our travel yesterday. Buen Camino. 

Headed to DC with Josie

This is the inside of our chariot. It's has been 18 years since my last trip as a chaperone. I actually really enjoy traveling with kids. The last time I went to Europe in 1998, I took 15 high school kids with me. We had a blast roaming Paris, Germany, and Switzerland. 

It is fun be back on a bus en route to our nations capital with a new group of 125 eager kids. This time it's 5th graders. The efforts of many people have gone into this safari. Mrs. Bedford, Mr. B, Mrs. Peter's and countless other parents and administrators have been in labor. to Here is our first peep from the bus. We are on our way. 

We left at 5:30 to catch our 6:00 bus. Here we come DC. 

Nothing like Hawaii

The lagoon pool was the first thing I experienced at the Hilton Hawaiin Village. I will never forget the smells, the sights, and the beauty.

And this is the Infinity Pool. Wonderful place to sit and read the morning paper!

Surfers at 6:00

I never thought I would be a big fan of surfing. Hawaii has changed that. I Love their dedication to their craft often seen out at 5:20 am waiting on the next wave. 

Morning walks in and around the beautiful resort

Kai coffee was the best I think I have ever had, especially given the location just one block off the ocean. 

Walkway at Grand Waikikian Resort in Honolulu. 

View from the porch of 17th floor condo. 

This is a tree that sits in the courtyard of the perfect hotel in Honolulu, where I would stroll and lounge and drink my coffee. It is called the Moana Surfrider Hotel. It's hard to imagine a nicer settin for a hotel. 

Morning walks took me by surfers, white caps, sand, and the clinking of morning cups and tea saucers. The morning energy in Waikiki is something I will never forget. The pink trolley sends the weary traveller like myself down to their distinction of choice on the white/gold sand of Waikiki. 

Anniversary dinner at Halekulani

House befitting heaven. 

Morning in Honolulu

It is just a wonderful thing to sit here and relax on the veranda of the Hilton Village. Fountains, water everywhere, the ocean ahead, and Palm trees scrapping the sky.