Robin and I are winding up our Honeymoon week in Maui. It's been great, other than a few minor inconveniences such as a chronically clogged toilet in our suite (not our fault!) and a sunburn rash on Robin's shins sooo bad, it looked like he waded through a fry cooker. Luckily, the sunburn didn't hurt, nor did it spread to all points of his exposed skin like it did on our Thailand trip. We have been very careful about the sun. Did you know that they make a spray-on 85 SPF? And I've heard there's even a 100, but I haven't seen it anywhere. I marvel at the people who seem to be able to lie about in the sun and just bake like roasted potatoes, turning a golden brown. Me, I turn crispy pink, sweat profusely and get bored, or too hot to breathe or even read. I am much more into adventure. Call me Action Alice.
We rented a jeep and have had it out on a couple of days with the top off, listening to reggae island music and visiting some of the local restaurants and art galleries. I think it was Sunday night when we wandered into a few galleries and talked with some of the owners. One man saw me point at a painting and get really excited about it. It was a beautiful seascape at sunset. The water breaking over the rocks and the colors and light dancing off the wave crests were wonderful. He pulled the painting off the wall and took it into a room with different lighting to show us how it changed with changing light. We talked politely about the painting, and then he told us to make him an offer. I chuckled and said I didn't think we were really in the market for a new painting and he told us that he'd make us a deal. Turns out the painting was ONLY 15 grand. I tried to keep a straight face and not laugh out loud. Turns out we chatted a little more and discovered that we all had teenagers and so chatted some more and parted like old friends. As we walked out of the gallery I leaned into Robin and said, "We're not in Kansas anymore!" Another gallery had a wonderful painting of a wooden boat, floating in a calm orange sunrise or sunset that also completely charmed me. I went and asked the woman in the gallery how much that one was...only 23 thousand. Sheesh.
On Monday we went para sailing. As soon as I saw it on Sunday, I decided it something I had to do. People in tandem and alone were being pulled behind speedboats, flown under parachutes, way above the beautiful blue water up in the beautiful blue sky. What could be more thrilling? Para sailing is the perfect metaphor for 25 years of marriage. Initially, it's a little scary. Are we sure we want to do this? Can we keep the parachute aloft? The lift off is scary, thrilling, extremely fun. Once in the air, I could relax and enjoy. We took pictures! We hooted and hollered! Then uh oh. The boat slowed and we dipped slowly down, near the water, fearing a dunking...and then full throttle up again! Up and down we went, mostly flying high, but with a couple of dips along the way. But there we were, right next to each other. Whatever happened to me was going to happen to Robin. Near the end of our ride, the pilot of our boat gave us a nice dunking and we dragged along for a few moments, getting soaked followed by a final soar above Maui, and the nearby islands. Sometimes you are up and sometimes down, but you're in it together, and in marriage, you're not necessarily harnessed together...but you get the idea.
Tuesday, which was our Anniversary was a full day. We took an early morning kayak trip to go snorkel with the sea turtles. The wind was in our faces as we paddled North to a protected cove. The turtles put on a good show and there were more varieties of fish species there than at our hotel beach near Black Rock. Our paddle back was much easier, the wind had come up and we tried to surf a couple of the bigger swells. Our boats were NOT sea kayaks. After lunch, we enjoyed massages. Then in the evening we took a sail on a huge catamaran. The wind was over 20 knots and the captain reefed the sails as we headed into the wind, but on the return reach, he let them out and did we fly! It was a gas and a half. We were going 8-10 knots and more when the wind gusted. Loved it.
On Wednesday, we putzed around in town. Had some errands to run, some paperwork to attend to and generally had a quieter day. We drove up North and found some windblown stretches of more rugged and less developed country, beautiful views and lots of people looking for the quiet beaches.
Yesterday we got up at 3:30 (ugh. and again I said ugh.) to catch a flight to The Big Island to go view the active volcano. This was a full day trip, and quite interesting. Hawaiians don't have municipal water, they have no mail delivery service and some have no cell service or electricity service. The side of the Big Island that we saw looked pretty depressed, the houses were not big, and yet the average cost of a one bedroom house is 400 thousand dollars. Most of the people here work low paying jobs and live pretty simply. Our bus driver/tour guide/singer-hula performer kept reiterating that point. Simple, laid back life style. On our tour we visited a waterfall (not as high as Taughannock) and walked through a lava tunnel. We viewed the steaming crater atop the volcano while eating lunch. We went to Mauna Loa Macadamia Nut factory, and an orchid green house. The very best part of the day was visiting the newly formed land area of the island. Since March of 2008, the Big Island has gained 500 acres of new land. It's a barren, black, gritty wasteland of lava rock as far as the eye can see. There are the coolest formations in the lava, twists and ripples, waves and folds, frozen in time as the lava rolled down the mountain and cooled. We walked this black wasteland out the the ocean where there is a black sand beach. The area where the lava is still rolling into the sea was far away. There is no easy way to walk out there. But we could see the steam rising up where the hot lava meets the water's edge.
A memorable moment came when a family was standing at the cliff's edge and got completely soaked by a crashing wave. The bus driver had warned us about this before we had gotten off the bus. The young boy, who looked to me to be a punk in maybe 7th or 8th grade (isn't that when they are all punks?) immediately whined loudly in his unchanged voice, "Oh no! My phone!" Every now and then when I see how completely dependent our kids are on their instant gratification electronic gadgets, I think that if we are ever faced with the apocalypse, I am going to move in with the Amish.
Today we had to ship a couple of boxes home filled with shirts for the boys, Macadamia nuts and Kona coffee. We took a picnic and sat by the waters edge at a covered picnic table at a municipal park. While eating, I noticed sea turtles a little ways out, coming up to breathe and hang out on the surface. We watched for a long time, and saw 8 or so. A couple of them were in close, feeding off the shallow reef right off shore. What a fabulous sight, to see the HUGE old turtles, coming up for air, being tossed about in the waves and hanging out near the shore just for us.
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