Wow it's been a long time since I blogged. Bare with me as I'm a little rusty.
Let me start by just saying, this is possibly my favorite story ever. This one takes the cake for a life-time Disney fan.
Long story short: We lived in the movie, Moana, for about 9 days and the ending turned out just as the movie did. (keep reading though because its a great story).
It's approximately day 7 of our trip. We've been loving our time in Hawaii so far. The sand, the sea, the air... the rain...
That's right... rain. Uggg. We decided to vacation before spring break because we didn't want to deal with the crazy crowds, so we went to Oahu right on the border of their winter and summer. Half the time it rained. Half the time it was sunny. Nonetheless, it was beautiful, tropical, and worth every moment.
We just returned from a beautiful day of zip lining at Kualoa Ranch (fan girling out that DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON FILMED HERE).
It finally stopped raining and was a beautiful warm night out, just in time for out last couple of days, so we went out for drinks and food at one of the best breweries I've ever been to, Maui Brewing Co.
I set my purse on the back of the chair, thinking nothing of it (my mom's been to Hawaii a thousand times, it's the safest place ever she says).
You can probably guess where this is going. I got swiped. Drivers license, cash, GONE.
The next morning we search the whole room. Nothing. Call around to the brewery. Nothing. And just like that, I don't have an ID. My first thought: I get on a plane in one day. Well... crap.
About an hour later... my new iphone x that has never given me trouble, shuts off. Black screen of death, but Siri is still talking to me. What the heck?
Then, it starts pouring and we miss our second evening catamaran because I can't get on it without an ID. "I can't even."
What's a girl to do. One bad luck after the next... THEN I REMEMBERED! A long time ago when I was little, my mom told me about this rumor called Pele's Curse. To those who aren't superstitious, your probably laughing pretty hard right now. But I wasn't laughing. My family is full of old catholics and I wasn't about to test my luck.
I thought back to the day we rode mopeds around the island and picked up some coral in the shape of a heart that I found to give to Nate's mom (she collects cute heart shaped stuff). I put it in my backpack and thought nothing of it. Until now.
It's 11:30 at night and I'm tearing my backpack apart to find this thing. Nathan thinks I'm going crazy and keeps asking what's happening. I grabbed the heart shape rock and grabbed his hand chanting all the way down to the beach saying:
WE HAVE TO RETURN THE HEART OF TAFITI !
I was not about to get on an airplane with that thing in my bag. Sorry Nathan's mom. No heart this time. :(
10 minutes after returning the rock to the ocean and praying to the Hawaiian gods to take the bad luck away, my phone magically turned on.
Moral of the story. Don't be me. Don't steal the Heart of Tafiti.