Maui is nice. It's not too humid, but it's eeriely reminscent of where we lived in Ventura. I swear I could be on the road from our old apartment on the ocean heading to Ojai and it would look the same. It's very dry here. We're planning on going to Hana and hopefully the 7 sacred pools so we'll get some lush tropical vegetation later.
The bride and groom have been amazingly generous and open. Wednesday evening they hosted a happy hour with appetizers and drinks at the outdoor bar in their hotel. Later, we all trooped upstairs to the "pre-bridal suite" for more champagne and laughs. Pretty much everyone attending the wedding was there and it gave us a chance to get to meet and greet.
The bride lived in Maui and is an accomplished hula dancer - something we didn't know before. She's had just enough to drink that she offers to dance for us. We watch and listen and are in awe at her grace, beauty, and the passion of her dance. There is only one jarring note - one of the audience is the badly behaved offspring of a couple who are there. She chatters almost non-stop and her parents don't tell her to shut up. Now before anyone says anything, I have children. As does everyone in that room (except the bride). None of our children would have been so rude.
However, the impact of the dance and the bride's generous offering of something she holds so private and close to her heart is so strong that we are left with the glow of her gift. I've seen hula before, but never with such passion and grace.
Our hotel is about an hour away from this one, so we head back. Tomorrow we explore our part of the island and then... luau!
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