An Almost Adventure

All too quickly I find myself once again sitting on a plane. My heart is heavy. I don't want to leave my boys or my new home. We still have lots to do here and I'm ready to focus all efforts on the future. Unfortunately, there is still unfinished business back in Indiana. Including Miss Monster. I can't wait to see her pretty face.

Yesterday was a comedy of errors. We took the trip to the west side of the island, home to famed Kāʻanapali and Lahaina beaches. The drive was nothing short of inspiring. I mean, views that would make Aphrodite take pause. It was our first trip as a family with Old Dog in tow. That was the big bonus to picking up our car.

Oh, did I tell you we bought a car? We did. I love it. More importantly, Miss Monster will love no longer cramming herself into a sedan.

 Our Long Sought-After Highlander

Our Long Sought-After Highlander

Our jaunt westward was also my first go behind the wheel on the island. Not that there were a ton of challenges to be faced - no foreign traffic patterns or signs to be learned - but it was a bit daunting at first. The topography, for one, is much different than the flat expanse of Indiana. The drivers vary from aggressive locals to dottering visitors. We're still closer to the latter category at the moment. I'm sure more familiarity will change that in the near future. No matter. We happily packed up the car for a day of exploring and much anticipated time at the beach. We were ready.

Old Dog was not.

The poor guy has experienced a lot of change in a short period of time. Perhaps the fun family outing was a bit too soon for him. Perhaps there was a little too much stimulus. Perhaps we forgot which dog we were taking. Whatever the case, we spent about 10 minutes in which Old Dog managed to nearly have a panic attack and crap on the sidewalk just in front of the rinse station. I'm pretty sure the former induced the latter. Needless to say, we took him back to the car and calmed him down. Not the reaction we expected. Ok, too much for the old guy. Got it. At least the drive was enjoyable.

By the time we arrived at the house in Haiku, Old Dog seemed to have forgotten the episode at the beach. When he settled in for a nap, Husband and I took off for Kihei. We not only needed groceries, but were determined to get in some beach time. And we did. And it was so, so good. The sand looked different than the Caribbean type I'm used to, but it felt just as silky. The water was gorgeous and it was just the breath we both needed. 

 Wailea Beach

Wailea Beach

 Wailea Beach

Wailea Beach

 Wailea Beach

Wailea Beach

After some refreshing time in the sun, we popped into the nearest Foodland for some dinner delights. New grocery stores are a double-edged sword. While I love to explore new and different, there is something comforting in the ability to navigate one's local grocer isles with easy and familiarity. We are far from the latter in our new home, but have a lot to learn and explore. Like Spam. It's quite a thing here. And there is a ton of it.

I'm not knocking it. I'm...reserving judgement until I've developed a better understanding of this, perhaps we can call it a phenomenon? The immediate appeal lands solidly in the budget category. Affordable, absolutely. Edible? I mean, I doubt the shelves would be stocked if it weren't? Right? I struggle with the Spam when there are options like Mama's available. But, I'm keeping an open mind.

I feel like I'm leaving just as I'm on the verge of real adventure. Probably because I am. I'll trade an almost-adventure now for a lifetime of adventures later. Only four more weeks until the big move.