Hi Everyone,

I love to go places.  If anyone is going anywhere, I grab my suitcase and stow away.  When you open your bags, you never know, I might be there with you!

Today I am visiting the town of Waimea ( Wy – may – uh) in the Garden Island of Kauai (Koo – eye) in Hawaii.

Mom, Dad and Aunt Cindy stopped for lunch at the Grove Café.  I wasn’t hungry.  I wanted to play.

The gardener let me ride on the cart.  I wanted to drive, but I was too short.  I hope I grow.

Could this be a bear cave?  Maybe I’ll find my ancestor’s ghosts inside.

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I didn’t find any ghosts.  There was no pizza in the oven.  My stomach growled.  I was as hungry as a bear.

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Grove Café sits on the edge of an old plantation.  They built it without windows.  I didn’t need windows anyway.

The flowers in Hawaii are bigger than I am.

People rent the cottages where people used to live.

Suddenly I wanted to go for a swim in the ocean.

It didn’t take too long for the food to arrive.  I behaved myself in the restaurant.  I used my inside voice even though it seemed like outside.  I kept my napkin on my lap except when I used it to wipe my fur.

Finally I got to go play.  Hot weather makes me sweat. It felt good to go down by the ocean, and  climb in the shade of the banyan tree.

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The ocean looked inviting, but Mom threatened me with another bath if I got wet.  I climbed on rocks instead.

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You can visit Mom’s blog and read more about Grove Café.  It is closed for remodeling right now.