It is not easy to leave Hawaii. I’m not saying I want to live there, because living there would imply going to the grocery store, making the obligatory run to Costco and doing battle with bugs the size of a shovel head. No, I don’t want to live there. I just want to be on permanent vacation there or someplace very much like it.
As I looked out at the beautiful view one last time, one of the cabana staff members came over to remind me that one never says goodbye to Hawaii, but, rather “A hui hou”; see you later. If I have my way, Hawaii will be seeing me much sooner than later. Here are a few last pix from Maui 2011:
Taylor flew with us to LA, then boarded a red-eye flight to WDC and went straight from the airport to work on Tuesday morning. Kind of the ultimate vacation buzzkill, that’s for sure. Of course, the magic was pretty much gone by the time we reached LA, anyway:
It is, however, good to be home. We got here just in time to wish Phyllis a belated 89th birthday:
We were amazed at how much the little ladies (can’t really call them chicks anymore) grew while we were away. They are almost three months old now! They’re testing their wings more, starting to work out the pecking order and making a big mess in the coop. Let’s just say our compost pile is growing by leaps and bounds.