8:30 and we’re loading up our Hawaiian Adventure SUV for a trip to Wailea Beach, only a few miles south from Kihei. Packing lightly isn’t Xander’s thing.
Looking down on Wailea Beach from a very long paved recreation path along the coast.
Ryan and Mattie give Xander more wave time while an outrigger paddles out for a cruise.
Angela comes back from standing at the waters edge with her trident (AKA umbrella pole) summoning all of the nearby sea creatures to pay her homage as if she was Amphitrite, sea goddess, before she married Poseidon. I guess that makes me her second husband.
I hydrate after returning from baking at the beach. Vacations are so hard!
For an early afternoon dinner we take Xander to Fred’s Mexican Cafe. Xander, having never eaten Mexican before, raises questions about it being named Fred’s. We’re unable to alleviate his fears so he attempts to text his parents for an immediate extraction.
Foiled because he didn’t know Angela’s phone passcode he settles in for a domestic Milk Stout, a very domestic one, with hints of Mommy.
I ask Angela for a bite of her Baja taco and she begrudgingly offers while saying “it might have a little poison on it.” I decide to pass.
On a sad note, Gordon Lightfoot passed away today. I always liked his music. RIP Gordan, and thanks for making the world just a little bit better place with your music.
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