We decided to take the "back road" there, which goes around the NW corner of the island. It's a very narrow road - one lane in some places - winding, and barely paved for part of the way. I love the roads like this that you find here. The views of the ocean were stunning. I'm in awe of and perplexed by the people that live out there in these huge homes, totally isolated from other people. I wonder why they seek such solitude?
One of the things I like about Maui is how it incorporates all these different climates on this one small island. You have the very jungle-like climate (what I think most people imagine Hawaii to be like), and you have places that are more like the rain forests of the Pacific NW. There's the beach climate, and areas that are more desert-y. We discovered a new one today out on that road. I don't even know what to call it, but I've seen it in pictures. It was like this mountainous farmland. Just beautiful.
The tournament itself was actually pretty fun. I don't know much about golf and typically find it boring. But I think all sports are better live. We got to see some of the famous golfers - Annika Sorenstam, Laura Davies, Christy McNichol. I never realized before how impressive it is, what golfers do. They hit those balls incredibly far! The sound was a lot louder than I'd anticipated.
I like it over there in Kapalua. I wish we were rich so we could live there.
I've been thinking a lot today about letting go. I've been pretty hung up on Portland and missing it. I know that my friends back there, and what I knew as my life, are all moving on. I can feel it happening. I know that it's something I need to do as well.
I was reflecting on a couple of past break ups I had and how I made myself mix tapes to help me move on. It might be time to make a "letting go" CD. I don't know that these things actually help. But maybe it would help me get "in the mood," so to speak. I don't think I can fully embrace life in Hawaii until I give up life in Portland.
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I think golf is the most boring thing on earth, but I bet it would be interesting to watch live. And because you did, now I know that the sound is louder than one thinks. The first time I watched a college basketball game (I was eight or so) I was so excited that I could hear their shoes squeak.
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