Tomorrow marks two weeks since we ran away from home. I’m beginning to have trouble remembering what day it is. The only tell it’s the weekend is, there’s more traffic.
Thank goodness tomorrow is Monday.
We’ve been beaching it nearly every day. Only too soon we’ll return to the east coast. Winter is just around the corner, so am taking advantage of all the sun and beach our bodies can handle. So far, we have gone through two bottles of sunscreen. Neither of us has burned. Nothing ruins a vacation faster.
Yesterday we headed towards Makena beach but ended up outside of Wailea. Even though the water was rather quiet, it was too much surf for Jess.
She takes her sneakers off as soon as we put our towel down on the sand. Quickly I realized that we were sitting near Kiawe trees. They leave hidden thorns. Stepping on one is the second worst thing to ruin a vacation.
After enough sun, we settled in at the 5 Palms restaurant. It’s nestled on the water overlooking Keawakapu Beach.
The Mojitos were refreshing…
We even had a very bubbly waitress.
From here, we drove back through Wailuku before calling it a day.
Sunday morning we went to Kula Lodge for breakfast. We passed more cyclists than we did cars. While we waited for a table by the window, I enjoyed a cup of coffee by the fire.
The breakfast portions were large and the service was excellent. If the waiters aren’t local, I like to ask them where they are from. Apparently, Tony and I went to the same high school. It’s a small world!
After breakfast, we dropped off Evy and then headed to the beach. Jess has strong opinions. She does not like Baby Beach on the windward side. Even from afar, the waves were too big for her. So we waved goodbye and headed back upcountry via Paia. The song Suddenly last summer played on the radio, another remembrance of my days on Maui.
As much as the weather agrees with us both, it has not been good for the Talker. Between the sun glare and the sand, it’s just not been successful at the beach. Jess is a bit frustrated. She hasn’t been talking much in the car either. I think it’s because she’s visually absorbing the scenery. The bungalow is quiet and Jess doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she thinks or what she wants once we settle in.
Yesterday I exchanged “Buffy” for another car. The front passenger door wouldn’t open with the key, nor from the inside.
The new car’s name is Blare. The radio has two settings, off and uncomfortably loud. The volume cannot be adjusted…sigh. This is what you get when you want to save a $1,000 that you don’t have. This afternoon, I MacGyver’d the speakers with cardboard and duct tape in hopes that it will reduce the decibels. Pretty it is not.
As is the plan everyday, tomorrow we will head to the beach. Ideally, we’ll arrive before the high sun, before the wind kicks up and find a good parking space like this one.
Just another day in paradise….