maui5- like morning dew

in 9th grade we sang a song in choir.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.

i woke up early. gar was still recovering from day 4,
which was spent almost entirely on boat. boat+gar= not good.
no matter what the song lyrics say about my love and i.
he slept in. i patiently waited for the sun to rise... almost wishing it
wouldn't because that meant it would also set. on our last day.
i placed my newly charged battery in the camera then
waited for the elevator.




outside, the beach was beautiful.

the sun was just rising, casting golden magic
on everything. if only i could have captured it the way it was.

the beach was not peppered with sunbathers. it was alone, and calm. the early mist was light, and the air was clean and fresh. the flowers were perfect.


morning dew to uched everything. when the sun hit it, it danced. it was heaven.

i walked along the winding sidewalk
claiming a memory with every click. at almost every step.

we enjoyed a great breakfast, ocean side.
how easy it was to get used to this.  goodbye beautiful  
whipped cream and fresh pineapple.
we got to share the view with this pretty little lady.    












9:00 we jumped in the jeep and headed to honolua.  at only 8 miles away, it sounded like a
must see.  but as soon as 
we got there, gar dropped our bag, fell on the sand,
and was out.  he still wasn't feeling right.



i sat down and soaked up the sun, and then  
grabbed the camera.  i wished he were awake, but i made
the best of it.  while he snoozed, i explored the beach and
snapped away.  i was
amazed at how few people there were.  it was like a private beach. 
very nice.







i loved this little school - just off the shore.














then we were off to lahaina to walk, take pics, and have lunch @ bubba gumps.  we'd heard
great things about it.  we didn't love the food, but the atmosphere was cool!  this was our
view out the window to the sea.  and gar on the famous bus stop!  it was fun to be tourists and
just walk around.



















back at the hotel i passed this again.  for some reason, it made me laugh every time.
maybe
because i know the pain of getting maimed on vacation-
and i was glad
we had evaded it.  :)








after packing up our hotel room, and throwing luggage
in the jeep, we stopped by this amazing look-out point.
during whale season, this is the spot to be.  











we had one last stop.
before we turned the car keys in. we couldn't bear to leave without
visiting mama one last time. she didn't disappoint.  gar's fish was
caught by kevin awa near south point. my ono was caught by mark
collins off his homeland of hana.  deelish.  and we
got there a bit earlier than last time so the light was better.  pure heaven.

there were 2 amazing homes right there.
imagine living next to mama's fish house on this private bay.
this is
where you could find me.

as we savored each bite and took in the view, the sun was setting.
each second of daylight passed and
brought us closer to boarding that plane.

the last lines of the song say :




oh love is handsome, and love is kind
and love's a jewel when it is new
but love grows old and waxes cold
...and fades away... like morning dew.

and now, our trip was over, and had faded away like morning dew. these pictures are
all we have to remember.

when the time did come, i went a little reluctantly.  but i had filled
my cup and was ready to face another day.  another hot, dry day that would be filled with
potty training, 100+ degree weather, work for dad, school for kids, and laundry for mom.
but we have
to taste the bitter to better enjoy the sweet, right?  and it is our challenge to
find the sweet- even amongst the bitter.