A breakdown of happenings over the last two weeks: Arrived in Maui and immediately stripped off my clothes for some much-needed sun on skin time.
Rented a grandfather car and drove to a little plot of land owned by the artist Tom Sewell just 2 miles outside of Haiku.
Somewhat inspired to cook again (after 10 months), shopped in one of the more impressive coops I've seen. In front of which hippies and toned and tanned surf mammals wiggled their heads to the local harpist.
On one of my runs (up a mountain and back down a mountain) found a giant avocado on the ground. Used part of it in a mango, sesame, seaweed salad that very night.
Took pictures of the backsides of random strangers. On beaches, at cafes, overlooking la mer, ogling the underbelly of a stingray.
Read and slept and slept and read.
Watched as my mister dipped our baby Beckett's feet in the ocean for the very first time.
Hiked through a bamboo forest to a waterfall spitting out of an old volcano.
Perused ephemera in a Japanese grocery store on a mostly abandoned part of the island.
Waved hello to happy looking cows as they grazed on verdant fields overlooking a dramatic swoosh of rock and ocean.
Ate three mostly yumsome Hawaiian plates involving too much pork, which I generally don't consume, and probably will continue not to based on my love for swine in its live form.
Listened to local old-fashioned style Hawaiian radio tunes.
Watched mamma whales and their calves spout and burst from the Pacific.
Snorkeled inside winded waves with giant angelfish and one lonely sea cucumber.
Dug my toes in the sand with miss Beckett.