Days 1 & 2

Day 1

Yippee! Sunlight makes its way through wooden window blinds onto my eyes. I can hear the waves crashing. It’s the most b-e-a-utiful morning in Maui. I step out onto our lanai and take a deeeeeep breath at the sight. Refer picture. Now, imagine being in the picture. Bet you can’t! Impressive sunrise – check. I urge B out of bed to share this slice of utopia. We shower quickly and head down to the walk along the shore – a private walk shared among the resorts that line this side of the isle. It’s easy to feel that you are where you were always meant to be.

Morning walk pictures and off to the guide-book-recommended breakfast cafeteria. Nice place, but very small, bursting at its seams and fast service. We drove around a little while before returning to the resort and our beach.

It was my first time wading into ocean water. I’m used to the controlled pool environs. However I was rather proud with the way I handled the waves and enjoyed the afternoon with my non-swimmer B. we splashed around for quite a bit and then waded back to our striped beach towels for some shut-eye in the sun. Bliss. We moved to the pool a little later and I had the best passion fruit cocktail I have ever come across. Nothing like a cool and refreshing drink to jump start your sleepy limbs.

Meanwhile, good news from the front desk, one of our delayed luggage pieces had arrived. It had all of our clubs. Naturally that meant a trip to the driving range and some terrible hitting on my part. I’m most comfortable with the woods. The irons don't tolerate me. The putter is my sworn enemy! Oh who cares, I’m in Maui!

Day 2

We checked out today, just to check into our rental condo for the rest of our stay. Oh, we also picked up our final missing bag at the front desk – my pink, broken-handle Wilson golf bag. We droe a block down the road to our condo and met Herr Ron Holbrook.

I tried my rusty German on Ron, our condo owner; his was rustier! We left our bags and spent some time chatting with the old guy who owns two poodles and liked the pink color of my clubs. Make of that what you will. He also had a little earring on his right ear and spent most of his life in SFO. B doesn't agree with my conclusion!

We quickly left to be at our designated departure point for some whale watching. It was exciting to be miles away from the coast looking out for humpback whales. We did see several calf and mom humpbacks playing around. Nothing really spectacular this afternoon. We were sailing for about an hour and half and while we started back, the captain told the passengers – "A free drink for anyone who can tell me the origin of the word catamaran". Ha-ha, easy drink that was as I shouted out from the back of the boat about the Tamil origins of Kattai-Maram! We later chatted with the captain who was most curious about where we were from! Fabulous.

I wanted to hit the pool, B wanted to hit some balls. So we decided to meet about 90 minutes later at the heated pool by the beach. I swam and swam and got my swimming muscles back into action. No sign of B at the 90 minute mark. It was dark and getting a little chilly. I decided to take action and started on my way back to the condo. I’m surprised I actually made it home easily enough although it was pitch dark. My navigational skills only seem to shy away in the sun!

Home I was, and still no B. quite some time later he walks in with stories about his new friend Kino who fixed his swing. Ok, how interesting…. We headed up to South Kihei for some Greek dinner. The food was awesome. A little pricier than we had anticipated, but in the end justified by the sheer authenticity of the place and the dishes.