First day I was at Waimea I was lying on the beach under a tree, trying to stay out of the sun. All of a sudden "thunk", a huge coconut hits the sand about 6 inches from my head. I was lying in an old coconut grove that is right on the beach but abandoned.
My father-in-law that lived in Hawaii for 25 years had told me that morning before I left the condo to make sure I do not lay under a coconut tree. Idiot that I am, I thought he said that because there was not all that much shade.
Sitting around the patio drinking umbrella drinks of some kind that afternoon I told my father-in-law about that and said you should have elaborated a bit. My mother-in-law got this horrible look on her face and said, oh my God, my daughter married this fool!!
Can you imagine how awful that would be? Lying on the beach, watching the most spectacular waves in the world, beautiful day in paradise and getting killed by a damn coconut?
