Somehow life hit the fast-forward button through Christmas, which was followed by two weeks of an impressive respiratory virus. The January doldrums, all 19 days of them, stuttered along and then suddenly, blessedly, I came to under a palm tree. Maui is like a dream that you never want to wake up from. It is day six, eight to go (but who's counting) and the conch shell has just introduced the sunset. The birds have finally stopped their shrill comments and the breeze cradles the perfume of plumeria, white ginger and gardenia. Oh, and barbecue ribs, ahi and coconut oil.
The Mister has two great games of golf under the belt, and Bee and I have walked over 50 km thus far - our goal being a minimum of 10 km daily. This is not such a hardship when performed in paradise and in such fine company. Tomorrow our threesome becomes a foursome when Lisa's fella Peter arrives, and we will return to the airport at Kahului to welcome him with a traditional lei greeting, and then cruise to Lahaina for exploring, shopping, drinks and dinner. Cyclops the Canon will be busy over the next week, and I promise more frequent photo updates now that I have such a bounty to draw on.
I just have to solve a few logistical upload issues with the photographs, so please bear with me!
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And what a wonderful time we had indeed!
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Aloha