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OUR HOME--AT LAST!

First trick was finding the Maui Kia Condo Hotel!

    Getting there was kinda half a nightmare.
    We didn't arrive in one easy swoop.
    The drive to what is commonly called West Maui, was mostly along the ocean, offering up lovely beaches. We were headed to just north of Kannapali where all the flashy, modern hotels, condos and such are located, (to say nothing about the golf courses).  It was a long 40 plus minutes from the airport to the Maui Kai Hotel, assuming that you knew your way around and how to find the hotel.  Luckily we'd arrived on the island a bit earlier than expected, for it took a bit longer to find our new living quarters.

    I had obtained a map, via the Internet, before leaving home--which helped a lot.
    Just not enough.
    And the local real estate office wasn't much more help....oh, that!
    Okay.
    In desperation, after driving up and down, in and out, around and about the apparent area where the hotel was supposed to be,  I went into a real estate office (which was, in fact, within walking distance from the hotel) and asked the agent there for info--which he was totally unable to give!

      Once we did find our way to the hotel, though, it turned out so easy that one wondered where that real estate agent had been all his life. We'd driven over a mile from the hotel and real estate office and back again. Still, finding our hotel was such a blessing!
     We checked in, and somewhat later went out to eat, pretty much in the territory we'd driven while looking for the condo/hotel. We found a really neat and "pricey" eatery which charged us around twenty bucks just for two clam chowders. At those prices we couldn't afford to eat out for every meal, every day. So off we went shopping for food at the local super market. The condo had a complete kitchen. Which you can see in the picture to your left. Kinda see, that is.
      Here the lady-in-waiting is really waiting for her departed guy; almost sadly, too. Or so it would seem.
     (Ah, but note the hat and coat on the chair! A mystery I do believe!)
     Has she just finished the evening dishes? Or is she considering what kind of meal they will be enjoying in a short time.
     "Where the heck did he go? Wish he'd get back here--and fast!" says she. "I'm getting bored and anxious...for some exercise. A walk, perhaps?"
     "Hey! I'm right here! Taking your picture," says he, "of course."
     "Gosh, I hardly noticed you!" she states without even blinking. "You were so quiet! Normally all you do is talk!"

    Nights were warm, so we keep the balcony doors open and let the ocean air flush through the room like a phantom lover caressing our tired bods.  The ocean below roared softly in the background all night long--a song of Maui-gods murmuring in our ears.
      So by the next morning our waiting lady was ready for a healthy breakfast.  (Or maybe this was one of the other mornings, you can never tell, pictures don't lie, but the order in which they are presented on a page can be illusive to the truth!)
      The fact that she never eats breakfast at home, unless at gun-point, suggests that I probably threatened: "If you don't eat, you don't leave the room.  Got me?"
      Thusly terrorized, she ravishingly told me where to put the food!

      One of Brigitte's dreams had been to spend long hours walking along the ocean, letting the fine Hawaiian sands trinkle between her toes. In actual fact she did very little of this like of thing. There was so little time and so much to see.  Just touching the high points would be exhaustive; as we quickly discovered!

     That first morning we were scheduled to go to a meeting the condo management was offering for its guests. Here we discovered, over bagels and stuff, some of the places to be explored on our vacation in Maui.
     Of course it was a great way for them to suggest: "You can go to the hotel desk and get detailed information there; they will even get reservations for you." (A free ad?)