We're all in denial here at our house in Captain Cook. We have to fly home tomorrow morning, and we're not ready to leave. Usually, by the time it's time to go home, I'm ready - if nothing else so that the travel part is over. Not a chance today. If I could have someone send me a few things from home, I'd be set for months, if not longer. Alas, we can't fight the inevitable...yet.
We did have a great last day. Kyla generously got out of her sickbed to give us another chance at paddleboarding. You may remember that my last attempt at crossing this item off my bucket list was less that successful. Today was much better. I was actually able to stand up long enough several times that my feet and calves cramped up. I need to work on leg and core strength! I loved it, though, and would absolutely buy one of these if I lived in Hawaii.
Rowan, of course, did great again, and was able to keep up with some other paddleboarders and a bunch of snorkelers who were chasing a pod of spinner dolphins (Nai'a). It was wonderful to see them, but the behavior of the boat captains who'd brought out the snorkelers was abominable. Not only was their behavior illegal (it's against the law to follow, get close to, or otherwise harass marine mammals), but it was dangerous, too. They jockeyed around way too close to the swimmers. It's amazing no one got hit by a prop.
This afternoon, Carol, Rowan, Mom, and I visited the Painted Church. It's a Catholic church built in the late 1800s in which the founding priest painted scenes from the Bible on the walls. It's small and unassuming, but quite lovely.
We celebrated Thane's birthday early (it's on Monday) with dinner at the Ke'ei Cafe. Somehow, the seared ahi in lemon-caper sauce was not as wonderful as I remember it being two years ago. The fish was cold and the sauce wasn't very lemony, but the mashed potatoes and veggies were delicious.
It's been a great couple of weeks, but oh, I don't want to go home. Whine, whine, whine.