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.
Someone (and let it be known, that someone was neither myself nor Nicholas) had the bright idea of seeing the sun rise over Geysers El Tatio this morning.
