She's charming. Witty. Smaht (if you're from Boston). And oh so foxy. But, of course, I married Meg for none of those reasons. Yes, the real reason was her annual company trips to exotic places. What can I say? I like hammocks.
This year marked my sixth consecutive incentive trip. After some deliberation, I decided that Meg could come, too. The island of Maui and its posh Grand Wailea Resort Hotel & Spa welcomed us for the third time, after two years in Mexico and one in Costa Rica.
"Even the sky looks like a postcard, Mom."
Sunset from the airport
If you've ever seen the movie "The Hand," you know what happened next...
Local surf legend Meg "Humu Humu" Conway
Junior lifeguard-in-training
"And then the Kraken broke through the waves and roared..."
MacGyver's high chair: a robe tie.
Prunes taste just the same in Hawaii. Who knew?
The clean-up crew gets down to business
Cruising the hotel grounds.
Ayla spent some time on Hawaii's lesser-known island, O-frog-u.
Lunch by the pool.
Beach nap in private cabana.
Sharing good times and soggy biscuits
Rested and ready for home.
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