As promised, I finally downloaded our pictures from Hawaii. I haven't actually unpacked the camera case, but I'm sure I'll get to it before we leave for Mexico in November...
A couple of days into our trip, we took Hatchling to the Dole Plantation. Not because he thinks pineapples are hysterically funny (which he does, strangely enough)
, but because they have a choo choo. The highlights of Hatchling's vacation were planes, trains, and buses. He didn't care that he was in paradise, only that they had cool transportation. And
that he got to push the elevator button at the condo several times a day. Kids...
After being charged (cough... ganked... cough)
twenty bucks, the three of us lined up to wait for the Pineapple Express
. Isn't that a great name? I'm not making it up. Seriously, I'm not that creative. Here are Hatchling and I waiting on the train (a kind husband would have said "honey, look up, your making a hideous double chin!")
After boarding, we motored out of the station.
Our ride was 15 or 20 minutes long. As we lumbered (and I mean lu-hum-bered... I think I walk through Wal-Mart faster than that train was moving)
through pineapple fields in various states of planting, from fallow to ready to be harvested, we were forced to endure some "traditional" Hawaiian songs on the intercom system, which were intended to make us rush back to the gift shop and purchase the Pineapple Express CD. I'm listening to it right now.
Midway through our ride, I saw workers in the fields. But wait, those aren't workers! They're standees of workers... in case my imagination couldn't supply a ready picture of a pineapple farmer?
I especially love how they didn't bother to move the standees out of the fallow field and put them in one that actually had pineapples. They were
nice enough to leave the scrub at their feet, which I think makes them look uber-realistic. As I laughed until I cried and instructed L to get a picture of the "workers" for my blog, I felt better about the Pineapple Express. If nothing else, it was blog-worthy.
When all was said and done, the smile on this little face was totally worth my twenty dollars and
the twenty minutes of my life I will never get back. In fact, I'd even be willing to go back with Julio, just to get double the smiles.