Like all things marvelous, at some point they must end.
After a very successful Radiation Research Society Conference, it was time for the final night event, the quintessential Hawaiian Luau.
(And now, my “easy” blogging days are over, and I must actually begin to WRITE something versus plastering photos. In fact, Sexy Hubby commented to me, “You have a lot of photos on the blog, but not much content.” I told you, I have created a monster. Not only is Sexy Hubby the self-appointed Art Director, but apparently also the Content Editor.)
Enjoy the final night in Maui.
I wish I knew how to move like these gals. They have amazing hips!
Even the littlest female was stunned and amazed by the fast-moving hips.
It was our first free afternoon since arriving in Maui last week.
Once off duty, we meandered our way to the pool, and within about thirty seconds of plopping down in the nearest lounge chair, my colleague and I were fast asleep………………….
Upon waking some time later, we decided to take a peek at the Four Seasons Resort – the Grand’s most prestigious neighbor.
Take a walk with me, and check the sights.
Honestly, I didn’t think anything was finer than the Grand Wailea, but the Four Seasons was exquisite.
Walking back to the Grand, I took advantage of an opportunity to shoot the beach. It was a lovely afternoon.
Note: In yesterday’s post, I tried – and not very successfully (thank you for noticing SP!) – to spell “An Authentic Life” in the sand, but the waves kept erasing it before I could snap a photo.
Second note: If you happen to be reading this post K. Plubell, writing “Authentic Life’s a Beach” reminds me of you. Hearkening back to my days at Petaluma High School when my last name was fodder for all sorts of yucks and laughs.
I fixed the problem by only using An Authentic Life initials. It was much faster, and could actually capture the photo before the tide rolled in, and washed it all away.
Also, with time on my side, I was able to fully capture the sunset last night. And what a scene to behold!
Final note regarding hair. I love humidity. And it loves me. Especially my hair.
I have not used a hair dryer since arriving in Maui. This morning, I was running late, and thus, was forced to plug in the dryer and give it a whirl. After a minute, I looked in the mirror. I looked like Barbara Streisand – correction, as my fine readers have pointed out – Bette Midler in The Rose.
Sitting at my “desk” I could see the sun beginning to set on the horizon. I grabbed the trusty Canon (my new best friend) and began to run. Literally.
The thing about the Grand Wailea – although it’s the most super-fabulous resort – it’s much like a House of Mirrors – you SEE where you want to go, but cannot get there. Knowing my time was very limited, I was attempting to find the most direct line to the water. I began on the nearest walkway, heading west, and ended at an elevator. I took the elevator down to the 1st floor.
Punch the button.
Back into the elevator, this time to Level “G” – ground.
I popped out of that elevator, to the nearest pathway, again racing toward the impending sunset. God bless the elderly couple in front of me, out for an evening stroll. I ducked around them, politely of course, and began trotting…
Trotting, loping, trying not to sprint and looking like a total freak. But, time was ticking.
When I finally rounded the corner, the sight was well worth the hassel.
We had an evening event last night at the Molokini Gardens. If I were ever to marry again (only to you Sexy Hubby) or have a grand party, this would be the location I would pick.
It simply took my breath away (which reminds me of something my son said when he was small. We were visiting the Grand Tetons for the first time, and I kept repeating, “It just takes my breath away” and he said later, “Mommy, it makes me not breathe.” Priceless moments.)
Welcome reception – Molokini Gardens – Grand Wailea – Maui
And the night ended in the open-air lobby with a Lava Flow…
I made my way back via the stairs.
I know every back door, stairwell, and service entrance intimately.
For work – the day job beckons. Sexy Hubby is sitting this one out, and not due to a lacking invitation.
But, I am so excited – I have a brand new camera with which to photograph the gorgeous Hawaiian scenery. When I’m not working, I will be playing the part of “tacky tourist,” camera draped around my neck, photographing everything within my spectrum.