Four generations! Mika looks like she was adopted.
See, we are trying to do the whole Dave Ramsey thing, but the way I look at it is you can always pay off debt but you can't go back in time to see family. So even though we couldn't technically afford it, we went anyways. We went in April, I'm just really backlogged in my blogging. Here are some quick highlights of the trip:
It was my sister's 30th birthday! I think the day we got there? Not sure, it is SO confusing to travel this way because you cross so many time zones, including the International Date Line. Anyways, J decided to help with the candles.
This is Suicide Cliff, it makes me think of LOST. We went sight seeing on Saipan but not Tinian this time. If you have never heard of either island, they were a huge part of the WWII Pacific Theater. The Enola Gay and Bockscar took off from Tinian and dropped the atomic bombs on Japan. Here's some Wikipedia links if you're bored:
Jackson inside the Last Command Post, where the Japanese command held out.
Mika fell asleep grocery shopping at Joeten, so naturally my sister and I dressed her up in different costumes.
Mmmm...a heaping pile of spam fried rice at Shirley's. So Chamorro.
We went to Mañagaha, an islet that's a short boat ride away from Saipan. Here is J with some cousins.
My nephew was baptized; the four-generations pic at the top is from that day.
J and his cousins decorated cupcakes. My sister and I found J under the table eating a container of sprinkles.
We went to the Hyatt, where Paul and I stayed on our honeymoon. This Hyatt has beautiful gardens, fountains, birds, and a great beach. The Japanese tourists were really cracking me up because they were obsessed with Mika! I felt like I was the mom of a celebrity. Everywhere we went, Japanese people would ask to take pictures with her. We were in a tourist trap and I even saw a Japanese couple following me, sneaking down the aisle next to mine and watching me until I looked like I wasn't busy, then pouncing on me for a picture. It was surreal.
Would you like a Crunky? How bout a Coolish?
The trip back went pretty well. We actually WERE kicked out of the first Skyclub in Japan. But in such a Japanese way. The ladies at the front desk would come back to the meeting room and inform us so politely that the other Skyclub in the airport had a playroom. We took the hint after they informed us for the third time.
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