A New Week Begins

Saturday, Nov. 10th - One week down. One week to go. Today marks the halfway point of our stay. We have new people coming to the island. There is Rockin’ Girl and Bikin’ Boy.

Before meeting our company at the airport, Hubby earned a Haleakala-sized pile of Brownie Points by driving me up to Makawao to buy the carton of Haupia ice cream I saw last week. We put our ice packs in an insulated grocery bag I didn’t know we had and stored all of that in the condo unit’s cooler. Double insulation!

Makawao was about a half hour side trip to the airport. Zip we’d fly in, grab the ice cream, and zoom we’d head off to the airport. Except... driving into bucolic Makawao wasn’t anything like we’d seen before.

And Kamoda’s was spilling over with customers. There was a line out the door. From where had all these people come? Hubby could not find a place to park. He drove down Baldwin Ave. to the end of town and circled back through the residential streets, meeting me in front of Kamoda’s where I packed the ice cream in the insulated bag, strategically arranging the ice packs around the carton, then placed the bag in the cooler where it would sit for the next two hours.

The airport parking lots were packed with people. The airport was packed with people. Packed. I’ve never seen so many people on this island, ever.

After we collected Rockin’ Girl and Bikin’ Boy, we headed to the condo. You will recall there is a carton of ice cream in the back of our car that needs to go in the freezer. The ice cream, which melted very little, found its home. Our company settled in and we headed out for a bit of lunch.

At 4pm we headed upstairs for Mai Tais before heading out to dinner. We returned to Spago at the Four Seasons Resort for the last night of Restaurant Week. The resort grounds were beautiful. The terraced patios, flowing fountains, multi-leveled pools all lead down to the beach level where many people stood around watching the magnificent sunset. We saw the torchlighter running across the patio in his loincloth stopping occasionally to blow his conch and light the torches.

I think Gordon Ramsey must have invaded Wolfgang Puck’s Spago and caused some trouble because the restaurant seemed to have some real problems. The food was good but very, very late getting to the table.

When they set a fork and spoon at each of our places for “complementary dessert,” I felt as if I were being held captive. I just wanted to go home. On our way out, we saw the mass of people at the bar, in the waiting area, and outside near the podium. It was nearly 8pm when we left. I wonder if those people ever made it to the table for their supper.