You never know when you will meet an elephant...


Sunday, January 17. Beautiful day again.

We intended to get up, walk and go to the 10:00 Makena Church service. It felt too rushed and driven to me so, we had coffee, went for a short walk to the beachfront hotel area, had a hearty bacon and egg breakfast and then went for  long 'beach walk and swim'. Some 8500 steps and two hours later  after a cooling and refreshing frolic in the water we were back home at 11:15, feeling good about the day so far.

A cleanup and relax before lunch and the whole day ahead to just do what we want to do. We try and stay out of the sun between 10 and 5 as it is scorchingly hot so we either stay indoors and read, etc., or go to the pool deck to take a pool dip and play scrabble and talk. Easy either way.

Now to the elephant story... Early in the 1980s when we made our first trip to Africa, [Kenya], on our first or second day, after lunch we went for a walk on the game park's spacious and lovely grounds, bordering on the great beyond, when out of the bush came a humungous elephant, ears flapping most magnificently as if she was begging to have her picture taken.

Unfortunately, I had left my camera in the room or tent, so that was the photo that never was! When we are on vacation, and in interesting places I take between 40 and 200 photos a day. We often measure the success of the day by the number of photos taken. To this day, I almost always have my camera on my hip or somewhere close at hand. I know iPhones have good cameras but I get better photos with my point and shoot.

On our walk today, I took 32 photos. Not for the blog, but because when I saw what was in front of me I 'saw a picture' and had to take it. That can happen to me when in the car or in the house and some certain conditions appear and I 'see a picture'. Nobody but me will ever likely see all the pictures I take. No worries, it gives me a purpose.


Possible candidates for a leek soup perhaps?


Somehow, various species of birds keep popping up. Obviously brought from the mainland and let go or escaped. Great place to live and breed, no predators.


Plumeria. To me, their scent means Hawaii, plain and simple, as we first encountered them here in the early 70s and were smitten by Hawaii.


I have no idea what this little fellow is, it seems to pretty to be real, but it is.


Hibiscus.


Again, hibiscus.


Now that is a beach!


People are sitting out there at 10:00 am. I guess they are getting their money's worth out of the horrendous rates they pay at the hotel. Many conventions are held here. Some perk.


Again, some beach, different one.


Over 300 weddings are held in that little Seaside Chapel  on the hotel grounds of 
The Grand Wailea each year. 
[Yup, that is right, 300 plus. We were told this years ago, but cannot verify it.] 

For every $10,000 you spend on dining they will give you a $1000 credit[?]

That is the third steeple, the other two were ripped off by the designer during construction because he did not like the look. We witnessed the construction that took a few years for the whole resort.

It seems like a lifetime ago!




Some view.


This was carved from a palm tree stump, in place. beautiful.


Back from the early walk. Notice the plumeria above Fellette's left ear, meaning her heart is taken. Ahhhh!!!





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