Reporting from the shores of Napili Bay, I am pleased to announce that Laurel was whistled at during her morning walk around Kapalua and the Ritz Carlton. She humbly told me that she was whistled at from behind, but I assured her that, even at the age of 56, her front is well worth being whistled at also.
Here’s Laurel at dusk in front of the amazing waterfall at the Grand Wailea Hotel which, admittedly, would look a lot more amazing if the camera flash had reached it. We went to Kihei and Wailea yesterday and enjoyed walking around the grounds of the Grand Wailea, whose swimming pool is one of the wonders of the lodging world.
Tonight we return to our usual evening destination, Lahaina. There always are crowds waiting to eat at Cheeseburger in Paradise, which features a vegi-burger. We’ll past it up though for our absolute favorite meal in Maui, the aptly named “The Vegetarian Dish” at the pacific’O restaurant in Lahaina: “Roast marinated steak of tofu with a crown of sautéed quinoa, red lentils, Maui onions and shitake mushrooms. Topped with mixed sprout salad and carrot ginger sauce.” Don’t pass it up, vegetarian Maui vacationers.
A few days ago we got to watch two simultaneous weddings at sunset on the left side of Napili Beach. The closer couple got a great deal from the man who married them. After conducting the ceremony he picked up a ukulele and sang a song while the newlyweds danced barefoot in the sand. Sweet. And simple. It was just the two of them, no guests.
I love to go out by the Napili Shores pool and watch the sunset along with fellow guests. The large waves breaking over the reef just offshore provide continuous entertainment while we wait for the main sunset attraction.
Today the waves and high tide were so large there was barely any dry sand on Napili Beach. I took this photo of Laurel on an earlier calmer day. Fortunately I parked my beach pack on a rock this morning while I enjoyed boogie boarding the high waves for almost two hours. Later, I optimistically thought that I could lie on my mat and my friends, the waves, wouldn’t touch me. When I had to run to save my board and fins from being washed out to sea, and wash off the sand that a giganto wave had just deposited on me and my mat, I thought otherwise.
Maui brings out the rebel in her (but she doesn’t hang towels over the railing). The red-headed birds have her perfectly trained. All they have to do is chirp on the deck and Laurel races out to feed them. She misses her daily feeding of birds back in Salem, and also our dog, Serena, so I think these “pets” fulfill a couple of away-from-home longings.