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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Maui - I Think I Was Meant To Be Born Here
The guilts is all ready settling in and it's only Monday. You're all ready nauseated with our trip I'm sure, but I'm so glad to be here.
I've posted pictures of Maui on Facebook and here. I've eaten shaved ice, I've sweated a little and have just about managed a few tears thinking about going home to snow. It really is still summer here. We've been here before, but not the week bridging January and February.
We're rubbing elbows with a bunch of people kind of in the same boat. Some folk we've met were from Maryland, some from Valley Forge, some from Chicago, and some pikers from Arizona. We even met some people from Canada who went from -30 to +80 in one day. Can the human body stand that? I don't think so.
Today we went whale watching. Now is the time when the whales are having their babies and fattening them up for the long swim back to Alaska. The adults don't eat here, they just mate and feed their young. Learned today they don't have nipples either, if you'll pardon the French, but excrete the milk into the water and the young take it from there. We saw enough action (meaning we saw whaleage) to make it a pretty interesting trip which is fine with me because I'm not really sea-worthy and tend to "feed-the-fish" if I have eaten too recently. I'll not have to go again.
Carl got some good shots that he'll post on his Facebook page.
Don't patronize me by saying I've earned my vacation. Just sit there and be happy for me sitting here in my summer duds, bundle up and stay warm, and chuckle a little knowing that in three days I've gotten most of my clothes dirty all ready. I'm sure there's a washer somewhere.
Retired teacher, MaEd Counseling, Married, two adult sons, one fabulous daughter-in-law, two granddaughters. Trying like crazy to make something of retirement. I love getting up at 9AM and love hanging out wherever and whenever I choose, but I'm trying to add meaning. Meaning. Isn't that what we're all after?