Here comes the sun... De de dee de... Here Comes The Sun...

Well it finally happend! Our streak of overcast clouds finally parted and we actually some saw real honest to god Maui sun!... It really was beautiful. And for once, I mean this in the least sarcastic way possible. It was awesome. The thing I have learned about tropical climates is that the weather can change in a heartbeat. Today was a perfect example...

Once again, we woke up earlier than should freaking be allowed on vacation time, and went over to Patti and Davids condo (woke them up) and made breakfast. As we sat on their lanai, drank coffee and ate our breakfast we noticed a sudden calm coming over the ocean. The water became this bright tropical blue, and yet, at the same time the sky was an ominous dark gray. ..Kids, batten down the hatches.. we got a storm a' comin!

We went back to our much better condo, and prepared for the worst. Before we knew it... the wind was howling through the sliding doors, and our lanai was flooding with water. It was like a friggen hurricane! This lasted for a good half hour. Everyone had to be cleared from the beach, and basically we just sat in our room and said "oh my god, i cant believe this" over and over to each other. As if saying that would actually make the storm stop.

Hillary here... Fortunately, we surived "Katrina II" to tell another blogging tale! We then decided to go on a little drivey-poo with the Panzers, so we could see some of the island. Dad took us to Wailea, where all the rich people stay, and then we drove to the lava fields. I do believe that in the car ride, the parentals were bickering and arguing much more than the "children." Typical. Sooo the sun was finally starting to peek through the clouds, so we rushed back to the condo, while making a pit stop at Snorkel Bob's on the way to rent snorkel gear for the week. Heidi and I took a little stroll along the beach, and then parked our asses on the lawn chairs to watch the sunset. It was fabulous...kind of hard to believe that after the span of a 6-hour plane ride, you are all of a sudden experiencing this...

What could make the night more complete? Well, mom actually did return the "rum" (aka GIN) to the liquor store across the street. Apparently she played dumb, and told the local stoned hippie liquor store guy that "there are a bunch of girls back there who won't let me live it down that I accidentally bought gin...they need their pina coladas." Mom also prefaces just about everything she says with: "NOOOO! Are you guys gonna post this on the blog?!?! David, be careful what you say, it could be on THE BLOG. Your patients might read it! Wait...what IS a blog??" But not to worry, mom says waaaaay to many ridiculous things for us to blog about them all. If we did, we could easily overload the entire internet. Alas, she did save the day by bringing us our rum, and we did in fact indulge in our pina coladas and strawberry daquiris. On that note, time for sleepy land. Cheers, and MAHALO!!