So living in a tropical location can have some negatives. In example, when it is raining for about 3 weeks straight. One night in particular that it was raining extra hard. Friday Morning I woke up at 6 a.m. to hear the treacherous rain pounding on my window... I cannot really describe how it looked like the rain pounding against our glass. When I'm tired I tend to not think completely clearly, (my roommates can attest to that) and so I thought "well if we're going to flood, we're going to flood" so I picked up my scriptures and my laptop, put them on the dresser and went back to bed. While I was in bed, I saw flashes of light from behind my eyelids. I was not sure if I was starting to sleep and imagine it or if it was lightening, but it was soon followed by the loudest most booming thunder I have ever heard.
I was then on and off of sleep for the next hour until my roommate woke up. She sprang out of bed, put on her rain boots, and checked our front yard. Sure enough, the water level was rising. Miss Alexandrea Beifuss saved the day by creating a canal from our front yard to the side of the house where it could then flow away. (Sadly, that means our neighbors yard, but hey.. gravity will do what it will).
We then attempted to go to school. Because of flooding, most classes were cancelled. Along with that, the Polynesian Cultural Center where most of the students work was also closed because of flooding. (The PCC never closes for ANYTHING... it was a big deal)
So our whole little town is under water, school AND work is cancelled... what to do? Well my roommate Ali had a friend staying in Waikiki for the week, so we took a little field trip to town.
Naturally, while Ali and Annie were having sophisticated fun, Andrea and I went and had our own adventure.
Now our little town of Laie really has no where to eat besides TacoBell, Mickey D's, Pizza Hut, and Subway. Because of this, (and the fact that I have the brain of a fat girl) eating out somewhere is honestly the highlight of every trip to town (sad but true). Also hard to find in Hawaii is some really good Mexican food. Growing up in California, wishing I was Mexican, with a Mexican best friend and a Dad who also Wishes he was Mexican means, I pretty much LIVED off of Mexican food. So we looked up to see what was near. Diego's Taco was located 3 blocks away with great reviews especialmente about their carne asada. My mouth was watering as I power walked to what would surely be my greatest meal of the month.
(Andrea even got this determined walk in a picture)
Clearly I am beyond excited. As I finally reach it, I turn around to pose, because I am going to take a picture to with what was sure to be my best taco experience since my arrival in Hawaii. As I turn around a glimpse of green on a sign in the window catches my attention, I turn to read it. The sign that says "Available". I look in to see an empty, very-not-open taqueria. Instant sadness and depression.
(Andrea also got this on camera)
Well I ended up getting sushi, which was delicious. Then we went to do a little bit of sight-seeing.
King Kam
Not really sure what building is was but it was right across the Queen Liliokalani Palace and it had a museum and, unlike the palace, was free to get into... the rest of these pics pretty much just show that I will never really grow up.
Thus ended the day of floods.
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