It's time to follow the trade winds west to Hawaii again with the Humpbacks. Off to adventure in a land called Honilli. I wish Pete Seeger was there. My mind is full and I need to empty it. It is not on blogging.
I have been off my food game since the bloody holidays, and I need to get more intimate with vegetables. Thankfully, I'm going to the right place. I know a great market in Maui that we can cycle to where we can pick up all sorts of fresh organic fruits and veggies. Our motel has a little kitchen, and our favorite food hangout in Lahaina is a short lazy stroll down the road, smack dab on the water of the Asian Pacific. Whales will be breaching, and there won't be no need, for no preaching.
I did succumb to bringing the laptop. I have to admit it that I too have caved to the beast of the 2100 century. That means I might put up a blog or a couple of photos while we are there if I feel ambitious, yeah.
I hear that people rob folks when they blog about their vacations on the internet. That's why we hire a house-sitter whenever were on holiday.
My old hillbilly buddy from my first, and only, year in high school will be camping here bouts with the critters. Oh yeah, and he's armed, and he's unpredictable. You'd be much luckier if the dogs got you first.
That's it.
Life is what happen in between meals.
Aloha,
Make Food/Not War
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