Thursday, March 13, 2014

Stage 2: Goofy grins

23 February 2014

Yeah, even when you go to bed early, 4:30 comes way too soon.  I don't know about y'all, but when I have to get up that much earlier than normal and something big like missing a plane hangs in the balance, I tend to wake up every hour or so to make sure I haven't overslept.  It's a thing I can't seem to stop doing...  James arranged a car for us from his hotel.  Boy, is that the way to travel! We got to the Oakland airport in plenty of time and got ourselves all settled in.  This flight, unlike the one from MSP, was on time.  Of course, it didn't exactly have ice to contend with. Hawaiian Airlines actually believes in service - who knew such a thing still existed? They have slightly wider seats, more leg room and they even give you food (good looking flight attendants, too).  Granted, it was a small breakfast (some fruit, 4 small crackers and a piece of cheese - I kid you not), but it was a whole lot better than nothing.  What they don't do is give you headphones.  If you don't have a pair with  you, you have to buy them.  Didn't matter, as we all tried to sleep, although we didn't have a lot of success.  Joe and I managed a bit of a nap, just in time to nearly miss breakfast! They went right by us.  Joe asked the attendant if we could get something (they were still serving just a few rows ahead of us) and she said she'd try.  Turned out she thought we were asking for seconds! As soon as she saw we hadn't yet had firsts, she became far more accommodating.

It's a long way to fly without seeing anything underneath you but water.  We were nearly to the ground before we saw Maui. Green, green, green - at least the part we could see - and an incredibly rugged coastline. We got off the plane and out of the landing area - and we were outside. Wow. There are windows near the planes, I imagine to protect you from noise, fumes, and perhaps debris, but the rest of the airport is open to the outside air. It's covered - they DO get rain - but open.  Soft, warm, air - what a delight! I immediately changed into capris, tee, and sandals - my flying clothes were way too heavy (but I'm glad I wore them as the plane was chilly). Joe and Kendra headed off to get the car, while James and I got the suitcase (yes, singular - we checked one between the four of us). Joe and Kendra had both joined Avis, as K had read that could save a ton of time. Glad she did - the two of them went right to the head of the line and had a car in no time. They took maybe 12 pictures of the exterior.  We were astonished at the number of dings in a car with only about 15,000 miles on it.  Mine has about 135,000 and isn't so battered!

We got loaded up and headed to Kihei (kee' - hay), a town of about 21,000 on the west coast of the island.  If you go to Maui, I recommend Kihei.  It's on the sunny and dry side, and it's convenient to everything. It's also far more affordable than other towns.  If you want a private cabana and someone bringing you drinks and towels, Kihei isn't for you, but we found it perfect. I gotta tell you, we all had big goofy grins on our faces.  It's so gorgeous, and such an amazing change from Minnesota! SF, too, but that's not really our turf.  Back to the convenient aspect: Maui has an odd layout.  It's got two bigger areas connected by a narrow neck.  You can't, with a standard rental car, circumnavigate either of the two bigger areas.  All roads converge at the neck.  Kihei is just south of it, and that's a big part of why we chose it.  We'd practically have to pass through it no matter where we wanted to go. 

 We rented a two bedroom condo right on the ocean, with this for our view. Yeah, it was tough. First  thing Jame did was make a run for the beach and wade it.  Who could blame him? 
I'd arranged for us to check in early, but we had a mix up.  The building managers didn't show us arriving until the 24th! I gather the owner gave them the wrong dates.  This, boys and girls, is why you carry copies of paperwork with you. I had the confirmation showing the date as the 23rd.  They called the cleaners right away, but it meant we couldn't get in and drop our luggage off.  We didn't want to drive around with it in back, as every book I read said to leave NOTHING of value in your vehicle.  The biggest crime issue in the islands is theft. But we didn't have much choice, so off we went to lunch. We got amazing fish tacos and sat outside (in the shade!) to eat them.  Oh, yeah, we lathered up with sunscreen even before setting foot out from under cover. We then wandered a local craft sale across the street for a while - nice way to pick up a few souvenirs and pass some time.

We'd been told to try shaved ice, so that was next on the agenda. Turned out to be good advice.  Shaved ice isn't the same thing as an icee or a snow cone.  They start with a block of ice and literally shave paper thin pieces off it. They then add, at this particular place, their own home-made flavors. It's a nice smooth texture. Sizes range from (their words, not mine) micro to large.  Guess which is which? And guess who had what!

By now we could check in, so we did.  It was a lovely place - cool, quiet, clean and comfortable. The floors are all tile.  My reaction as a Minnesotan is to think of how cold they'd be in winter - but in a
tropical climate they help keep you cool! And of course they're easier to clean when people track in sand. Our only real issue was that, since they hadn't done the cleaning until we arrived, the laundry wasn't done, either, and we wouldn't get beach towels until too late the next day. We never turned on the A/C, and barely turned on the ceiling fans. Since the condo is on an end, it has windows on three sides and there was always a lovely breeze. The windows all have louvered covers, so we could safely leave them open in case of rain (not terribly likely - they get 12-13" a year, but a local told us it had been unusually rainy until just a few days earlier). The kitchen was really well equiped, although it lacked anything but the most basic of food supplies.  I don't mean food to eat, but basic condiments and such. You don't realize how much you depend on spices, herbs and oils until you haven't got them! It wasn't that big a deal, as, except for dinner the first night, we only ate breakfast here. Joe and I went off to get groceries. Ouch. I've never seen such expensive food before. A small jar of Jiff that goes for 2.79 at Target was 5.69 here. We bought breakfast food, beverages, and supplies for dinner.  Almost 120 bucks. And dinner was grilled chicken salad and bread! We ate on the lanai - the Hawaiian word used for balconies, porches, really any kind of outdoor living area.  Ah....  Then off to an early bedtime. You'll see why in the next entry!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Pause

22 February 2014

Ah, a lovely and relaxing day. We all slept in - at least sort of. Of course Joe and I woke up fairly early, as we weren't all the way to Pacific time yet.  But we didn't need to rush anywhere. We all had a lovely brunch at a neighborhood restaurant. James headed back to the apartment for a bit of a rest before heading off to yet another long day of work (the lad works far too many hours), while Joe, Kendra and I went to Grace Cathedral.  We've been in there before, but had never been able to really take a good look around.  We all walked the inside labyrinth (there's one outside, too) and looked at the art installation. The display, by Anne Patterson, is called  Graced With Light and uses nearly 20 miles of ribbon! According to the handout, "The ribbons carry our prayers, dreams and wishes skyward, and, in turn, grace streams down the ribbons to us." The artist and the cathedral community assembled it.  The blue ribbons went up in March, 2013. In May and June, people wrote prayers, hopes and wishes on the red ribbons. We missed the video part - it wasn't up very long. It was lovely, and I imagine at its best when the church is full and people moving around create breezes to move it all. The stained glass changes halfway though the nave.  The
Sorry you can't read the words...
building  - the fourth to bear the name, dating back to 1849 - started construction in 1928 , then paused for (I think) a few decades, finishing up in 1964.  When it started again, they used a completely different style. The windows go from very traditional to quite modern, but all very lovely. The pews in the choir have cushions naming all the churches in the diocese - and there's a St. Clement's! The cushions appear to be all California fauna, while the kneelers for communion are the flora. 


Kendra and I then went off to get pedicures so we'd have pretty toes wearing sandals in Hawaii. Kendra wanted a bit of a nap, but neither Joe nor I wanted to sit indoors on another lovely day, so we took off on a walk to Union Square and through Chinatown and back to their place. We walked through a park that's known as the back yard of Chinatown, or something like that.  Dozens and dozens of Chinese gather there, all playing the same game.  Kendra and I saw them doing this last spring, but it was a totally different game! We wonder if it differs by day of the week. Sure can tell my shins aren't used to all these hills... Off to another dinner (no food in the house and that's the way we want it) and back for an early night.  We have to be ready by 6 tomorrow morning, so an early bedtime will make 4:30 a bit easier to take.

Stage 1: Complete

21 February 2014

Well, it took some doing, but we made it to San Francisco! Our friends picked us up a bit before 7.  Joe was out shoveling the front steps so we could get down them without tripping.  I wondered if we'd be able to tell we'd shoveled last night - you can see by what accumulated that maybe we wasted
our time! They had a shovel in their wonderful 4 wheel drive vehicle, and just started digging along with him. We ended up wearing our boots, so we didn't end up with shoes full of snow, but not winter coats.  We got to the airport about 7:30, and then we started waiting.  And waiting.  We waited about 20 minutes just to hand off our already checked baggage.  Then we waited about 30 more minutes to get through security.  After the storm, so many flights were cancelled and delayed that things were all jammed up, plus many staff members weren't able to get in on time.  But we still made it to the gate in plenty of time. Got there and there wasn't any plane.  It had to come over from the hanger.  At least it was already at the airport! We were only a bit late boarding the plane and we thought all would be well.  Sigh. 'Twas not to be.

I'm not sure where the plane spent the night, but it sure wasn't anywhere sheltered or warm.  It took mechanics quite some time to get all the ice out of the engine. Yes, the engine. Never heard of that before, but I can certainly see how ice chunks breaking off into the engine would be a bad thing! Then we headed off to the deicing pad to get the rest of the plane done.  Well, let me tell you, it was really covered in ice.  The crews had to get in under the plane to clear the landing gear, and then move on to the body.  We were there well over 40 minutes - I'm really not sure how long. Even the crew thought that was a very long time.  By the time we took off, we were nearly 2 hours late. You'd think Delta might do something in the way of an apology - maybe a free drink, maybe some free food.  You'd be wrong. And since we were seated near the center of the plane and the four attendants worked in pairs from the ends to the middle, by the time they got to us, all the fresh food was gone. We got a snack pack, but it was really full of fatty, caloric stuff, so we didn't eat all of it.  We'd gotten small snacks in the airport, but had planned lunch in SF. Clearly that wasn't going to happen, so the snack had to tide us over. It's irritating - they must have known we'd be delayed, and could have told us so we'd have been able to get some food to take on board. But they like to keep up the pretense of being on time.

We sure flew over a lot of snow.  Then we flew over a lot of dry. Finally, we started to see - green!!! Something we haven't seen outside in far too long.

By the time we got downtown, Kendra was at an appointment, so we left our luggage at her hotel and climbed up this hill to Coit Tower.  That got the blood circulating again...  What a gorgeous day we had - so lovely to walk outside without the Minnesota hunch! We discovered the Grace Marchant Garden, a lovely spot on the way up the hill - blooming roses, ripening lemons, and all. And the views! 
Heaven. Anyone know what the flower below
is? We went back to the hotel and met Kendra.  Yeah! We went back to their place and waited for James, and then walked all the way down to Fisherman's Wharf - 1.5 miles  - for In 'n Out Burgers.  Can't get those in MN.  I'm not much of a burger person, but even I like the cheeseburger animal style. Thank goodness we took the bus home, as it's nearly all uphill going that way.

Long day, but a good one - since we got to the kids!


What a view! And what a price...







P.S. We found out later that, in the confusion of our friends arriving early, we left our back door unlocked and somehow it popped open! Thank goodness our neighbors saw it, investigated, found nothing amiss, and locked up.

Here's hoping....

20 February 2014

I picked this blog layout for two reasons.  One is that it looks celebratory, and what better thing to celebrate than a family vacation to an island paradise? The second is that the warm colors make me think of sun - also appropriate.

As I write, the Twin Cities area is bracing for one of the biggest snowstorms of the season.  On our eastern side of the metro, we're looking at 6-12 inches, plus high winds to blow it all around.  It's supposed to start falling this afternoon and continue until around midnight, with rapidly dropping temperatures - as in single digits by morning. And we're supposed to fly out of here at 9:15 tomorrow morning...

By the time you, whoever you are, read this, our trip will be over and done.  I don't post anywhere that we're going on a trip until it's over.  Those who need to know, know.

Joe and I plan to fly to San Francisco tomorrow.  Then Sunday all four of us (we add Kendra and James) fly to Maui! None of us have ever been to this most distant state, and we're all really excited.  And now Joe and I are really nervous.  The winter storm warning has been extended until noon Friday - it had been set to expire at 6 tomorrow morning.  MSP does a great job with snow accumulation, but blowing snow presents its own set of problems. I'm fairly sure our plane flies from here to SF and back again.  I would think that, once it lands here somewhere around 6 pm, that it would stay here until the next morning, then rinse and repeat.  I don't know that for sure, but wouldn't it be logical? So I'm figuring that if it gets here tonight (it's on its way as I write), we'll get out of here tomorrow.  Maybe late, but out.  At least we have some time to play with.  If we're late tomorrow, oh, well - no big deal. We have a day and a half until the big flight. We have trip insurance in case anything goes wrong, but that won't help if there aren't flights available!

I think if the snow falls as predicted, major roads will be passable by morning.  We have a friend picking us up, and it's her getting to our side street that will likely be the most difficult part of the journey. Yes, we could walk to the nearest arterial and meet her, and we will if we have to.  But we won't be wearing heavy clothes, plus we'll be hauling luggage, so it would be a hard slog.  I figure we can put on boots and coats and leave them with her, either until we get back or she drops them off at our house. I'm not looking forward to being out in those cold temps with just a sweater and rain slicker between me and the elements, and I sure don't want to fly with wet feet and legs!

We have a young man from church covering shoveling.  We'll do what we can before we go, but it'll probably be blowing too much for us to finish the job. We're also not staying up until it stops falling if it goes as late as predicted. He'll earn his fee on this snow, that's for sure, especially since he's doing our neighbor's walk and drive as well.

Update:

Whew! I made it home, but it wasn't always easy. I was able to go about 40 mph on the interstate, and even the arterials weren't too bad. But things changed just a bit when I hit the alley.  I got 100-150 feet in and just stopped.  I wasn't caught in deep snow, but instead couldn't get traction on the slush underneath the snow.  I called Joe (don't you love cell phones?) and he came down the alley to my rescue.  It didn't take long for us to get me home.  We packed and got other things ready, and then, about 9 pm, headed out to try a bit of shoveling.  Oy.  What a chore. If not for our snowblower, I don't know if we'd have been able to do it.  It started blowing so hard that at times I could hardly see Joe.  We came in looking like abominable snowmen.

We now have over 2 feet of snow in the yard, with temps expected to drop towards zero - and stay there.  I'm not sure we'll even be able to tell we've shoveled tomorrow.