It’s almost July, and Pokin’s birthday was coming up.  My best bear bud and I got to thinking and I thoughtfully suggested that a trip for the 3 of us seemed like the perfect present.

This was really obvious since she likes to travel, I like to travel, and well, Nicholas likes me.

After some quick thinking, we settled on Easter Island.  I mean, who doesn’t like sunny days, warm polynesian weather, and random giant rock statues littered across some remote island a 5-6 hour flight away from anything?  I suppose also the fact that Pokin did mention more than once that she’d always wanted to go there influenced our decision a little more than a little.

It was settled.  I found Nicholas’ credit card and we got booking.  And I did a great job on keeping it a secret until the night before.   That’s when Nicholas’ reluctant doing-of-the-laundry without prompting made it like a dead giveaway that something was up.