wish you were here

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Thanks for the perfect send-off Thursday morning, Seattle:
 

We were graciously accompanied to the airport by Jessica and Aloe (3), through a super-soggy commute. Aloe dismissed the downpour and focused instead on all the exciting yellow taxis and the trees she wanted to eat. "I'm eating hundreds of trees. They're delicious." Indeed they are. Wait 'til you see Hawaii, Aloe; it is the trees that make me the most happy to be here. What's better than trees draped with lemon yellow blossoms or crowned with bright orange buds, power lines hidden in a row of palms.  Magnificent acacia groves and eucalyptus tunnels lining the red road...I'm home.

It was dark by the time we got into our room and we were too tired to do much besides case the timeshare property to make sure our engagement tree was still standing, get a snack at the poolside grill, and discover that there is now Thursday night poolside karaoke (as well as Wednesday night poolside bingo and Friday night poolside movies--Snow White and the Huntsman on an inner tube with Mai Tai's anyone?). The luxury of two full weeks sets in. Poolside activities follow-up to come.

 

High winds are jostling the trees and scattering the Minah birds even on the leeward side of Kauai for the next few days, but they sure are warm winds, and kicking up some awesome surf. Pounding the rocks, it sprays waves 20 feet into the air, and the whitecaps make it hard to distinguish whale spouts. They are calling the sky partly cloudy. This is what sunrise looks like in such conditions:

 

We weren't betting the world would end on a day that introduced itself like that. So we lit out for the mythical Menehune fish pond, followed by loco moco at The Feral Pig Pub (yes, Phil got a t-shirt) in Nawiliwili, and then to the Kapaa Safeway for six bags of life-celebrating supplies. We are now prepared for anything paradise might throw at us, and ready for a party if anybody wants to fly over. At five pm, the sky is wide and brightly lit--we'll wander to sunset in an hour, wishing we could share that, above all, with our Northwest friends tonight. Aloha!

Comments

  1. CourtneyDecember 21, 2012 at 7:54 PM

    Love your descriptions of trees and makes me want to eat them and hug them at the same time.

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  2. Walaka of Earth 2December 21, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    Excellent start, to the heart of the blog and to a much-deserved idyll. Aloha.

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  3. Mary BarkleyDecember 21, 2012 at 11:32 PM

    Where's the flippin like button? :)

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