Spend a Week at Namale

The other day, Shallow Hal was on TV, and given that not much else was, I decided to watch it.  As soon as I saw the Tony Robbins cameo, I was reminded of how my friend Karen and I used to talk about going to Namale.  Why did I need to be reminded?  When I saw that there were no prices listed on the website, I knew it was clearly out of our price range.

Namale is this luxury resort in Fiji, with rooms opening right on the water.  The food looks delish, and there's a cocktail hour.  Apparently the spa is also great, but the idea of a massage freaks me out so I doubt I'd be hanging out much there.

Anyway, the closest I've been to the Pacific was LA; I'd love to actually get to swim in it.  Namale's location on the bay probably means waters calm enough not to capsize me.  They even offer an excursion to see dolphins!

I'd want to take my old friend of twenty years, Karen, who I haven't seen in at least five.  We met in 1993 at a camp for kids on respiratory support (i.e., ventilators and/or traches) and really hit it off.  For a few years, we've been wanting to do some sort of reunion, and where better than the island paradise owned by Karen's favorite inspirational guru?

Fly in a Private Jet

Sorry for the lapse in posts; I have been away at two power (wheelchair) soccer tournaments and had trouble accessing the internet.  Over the course of ten days we flew to Tampa, Minneapolis, and back to Indy.  AirTran broke my armrest on one flight, and we accidentally left my breathing machine on another.  Despite these setbacks, my biggest fear remains getting on and off the plane.  I hate transferring into a seat, both because it hurts to sit without support and because the people who do the transfers are incompetent about half the time.

So, I'd like to fly on a private jet, try it out at least once.  I want to stay in my chair during the flight, and be able to pull up to a table so I can feed myself peanuts and ginger ale.  I could turn and look out the windows.  And let's face it guys.  A plane with a bed is the only way I'll be joining the mile high club...