Sun shines. As it nears noon, the heat comes on, lovely after the slight, but welcome chill of the morning. Now the palms sway a bit to gentle breezes. The ocean reflects the sky and both send off a blue that suggests today will be fine, just fine.
A catamaran employee, a fit looking woman in her late twenties, spoke to a crowd, “We need to go with the ocean. As it runs, we need to stay up with it.” The crowd of pot-bellied, weather weary midwesterners nodded as if they’d understood.
Whaler’s Village had a slow start this morning. Most shops had not opened when I wandered over there about 7:45. The grocery store cum gift shop cum liquor store cum clothing store had its security door rolled up, so I walked in and purchased Nyquil, kleenex in the handy packs and listerine in a three ounce (TSA compatible) bottle.
Back at the hotel I had an even lighter breakfast (and, therefore, cheaper) than yesterday, which suited me just fine. I realized a lot of my anticipation on a vacation had focused on food. Now I have to satisfy that need in other ways. Not to say I don’t have options: hiking, swimming, reading, writing, shopping.
At the Honolua Surf Company I found a sweatshirt I liked, a fancy shirt for my birthday dinner on Thursday and a long sleeved t-shirt. The apparent irony of a sweatshirt from Hawai’i has appealed to me since we first came and I have a collection. In fact, at night and sometimes in the early morning a sweatshirt is just right.
