For some, it is overexposure to the sun that makes them crazy. For us, a lack of it seemed to affect us, and we set a course specifically to shop for others. We headed north, took a left toward West Maui and stopped at a shopping center for gifts to bring home. I, stingy, figured generosity begins at home and bought only flip-flops for myself and lunch for the two of us at a nice little find (water view, $3 margaritas, pulled pork sandwiches, wacky waitress [but not as wacky as the lady at the surf shop who asked us twice within 10 minutes, and with all sincerity, where we were from, and had that hippie, "that's cool, man" thing down ... plus she drew a little art scene on a paper bag and spoke fondly of the California Golden Seals], and HD TVs), while Patty reminded me that she has a bigger heart and spent not only on herself.
We spent the rest of the afternoon running important non-beach errands (still too hazy), such as washing the car, getting pedicures (Patty, and only Patty), napping (me, concurrent with the pedicure), and picking up a few last-minute purchases as we try to hold on to the fact we're only here for another 24 hours. Sad but true. Thankfully, we were able to find a treat along the way, though we missed Starbucks, which meant a third trip to our local outdoor mall for ice cream, a cookie and a couple of coffee products that should either push our last dinner off a bit or, at least, keep us from spending another $100 on it.
And now a word from Patty...
Ok, Ok... I know I am not the writer in the family... but I feel like I really need to get my two cents in here, though let it be known that while James has been writing, I have been editing, picking out photos and posting it all. Today I will have to post a photo of, well, not today. We did not take many photos today and what we did take are still in the camera which is not here right now.
I have a confession to make, and if I were on an MTV reality show I would be sitting in a burgundy velvet draped room with a tissue to my eye telling the world the horrid truth... we did not go to the beach today. It's true. No sand between our toes, no waves crashing at our legs, no sun screen dripping in to our eyes. We awoke this morning to a cloudy sky, "it will burn off" I assured James... but not necessarily myself. It looked as gloomy as it's looked since we've been here (which really is not all that gloomy).
As for my pedicure... it was AWESOME! I tried like crazy to get James to come with me. I'm all, "there are ladies and you soak your feet and they massage your legs..." Nope, he would not bite. We pulled up in front of this place with a sign that said "Foot Massage" and another tiny sign that read "manicure pedicure". Hmm, sketchy, but I was up for an adventure. I know that "massage" can mean different things in different places, especially when located in an out-of-the-way little strip of shops in an area that is"less nice". I walked in and man with a pleasant smile asked what I would like, "pedicure", I said with little confidence. I had wanted a manicure too, but thought it best to test the waters with my feet. "Pick color, come back," he said and disappeared behind a satiny curtain. I chose an irridescenty pink-purple, The name of the color escapes me now. I grabbed the color, stepped in to what looked more like a cocktail lounge than a nail salon. "Yum!" I thought. There were overstuffed couches and lounge chairs and a few people scattered about in various stages of manicures and pedicures. The gal was sweet and did a lovely job on my toes. I paid a few dollars extra to get the parafin wax and the head and neck massage. Towards the end the gal said, "your friend, he is in car, sleeping... he should come in and get massage and take nap." I told her that I tried to get him to come in but he would rather sit in the car in the sweltering heat and wait for me. Wimp. Maybe next time.
Oh... and they are saying we are smothered in Vog here. Apparently that is like smog or fog, but it comes from Volcanic sulfur. That is what they are saying on the news, but that is for another island and James is saying that we just have haze, so perhaps I really have no idea what I am talking about.
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