In the meantime, Ed is out for his morning walk (still and it's over an hour later...hmm... should I be starting to get nervous?)and I'm thinking a shower would be a good start to the day... and it's going to be a warm day too! And a green smoothie would be lovely, but no fruit, no greens, unless the walking husband is scouring about for an early-open grocery store? (haha) Oh, he is back with some Mango Lemonade-- no organic fruit at Foodland. He said there are lots of seniors out riding bikes, etc. in the dark (he figures they are likely from Saskatchewan? hehehe)
Later: what a typical Maui day-- bright sunny day with blue blue skies, marine blue sea, palms of every variety against the skyline... people in various stages of undress frollicking everywhere, everything from sunrise to sunset an event in which to gather... reminds me of my early adulthood in West End, Vancouver... the dream lives on. On my way with Ed to walk from the condo to the ocean we saw palms shaped like fans, a huge black bumblebee in one of the flower bushes (everywhere! so...so...so...Hawaiian?)There was exotic birdsong all over the condo grounds... songs I couldn't identify and little birds, like Budgies or turtledoves making very aggressive loud noises for their diminutive status. As we drove down the highway I was reminded to those bright blue-filtered Elvis movies like "Blue Hawaii"... like a dream. We saw fields of scrubby ex-sugar cane, cattle, lush golf courses (surprisingly little populated... maybe people can't afford to golf here? maybe it was too hot? maybe it is siesta time?)
In LaHaina, the shopping district for this part of the island, we decided to stop and have lunch. Ed and I have very different ideas about adventures... I prefer to drag along in the shade, looking at pictures in the galleries... he likes to walk in the sun and question all the hucksters about their wares. I think he sticks out as "Super Tourist". I'm sure he has just about had it with my whining about the heat. Lunch helps to bring us back to some mutual good will. Genuine American Mexican food. In Maui. (yes, the irony is not lost on me)
We stop briefly to hear a man reading from Isaiah at the top of his lungs in front of the world's largest banyon tree (remember the baobao trees in The Little Prince? Same thing I think... we saw them in the Philippines when we were there... they are massive, taking up lots of space, but on the lawn of the "old" Court House in LaHaina they offer surprising cool shade. Ed takes pictures of some tourists having their picture taken with parrots on their shoulders (see what I mean about Super Tourist?)
We watch some amazing kids surfing towards the most north-westerly part of the coast of Maui, across from the Island of Molokai (remember the story in our elementary school readers about Father Damien who ministered to the lepers on Molokai and then died himself of leprosy?) Then we bought 3 organic, unsprayed pineapples from a roadside stand. The scent of sun-warmed ripe pineapple was so healing... nothing like those phytonutrients and essential oils to make up for any junk food we ate last night (I hope). We have a fantastic pineapple-parsley-black cherry-coconut smoothie for supper...I'm amazed at how well the cheap-ish blender works to liquify everything. I am so thirsty. I pause to think about the plight of our brothers and sisters in Haiti where not being able to get hold of drinking water is one of the highlighted tragedies of the news reports. I get it.
We stop to see the sun set over the blazing blue of Auau Channel, just over from our condo. Crowds are gathered.
Tonight we watch Susan Boyle and some other mindless crap on TV-- we don't have TV at home so this is part of our mindless holiday bliss and blessing.
God is good! Talk to you again tomorrow! ~Cynthia