Bubbles

Kyr still hasn't lost his passion for bubble baths in the jacuzzi tub. The other photos detail the fun and excitement that occurs at our little spot at 69. The snorkeling was aquarium like despite the fierce winds pelting you with sand occasionally. So there really doesn't seem to be a way to predict the calmness and clarity of the sea. It seems not tied to local weather at all. That means you set off each day in nervous anticipation - not knowing how you will be received . It is a tense way to live when you have no backup plan - the despair you feel over not being able to fulfill your agenda seems disproportionate even to me. Going home we are almost always treated to a rainbow over Waimea. If you notice the landscape in these photos you'll notice it is incredibly desolate. I think it receives 10 inches a year of precipitation. A complete desert, which butts up against the rainforest that is Waimea, the leeward side of an old 60,000 years since its last erruption, volcano. On the windward side of the same volcano is the most beautiful lush ranchlands you'll ever see. The beaches we go to are just at the foot of this desolate volcano, so you can see hardly ever have anything but sun all year, no matter what the rest of the island is doing.

We partook of open mike session at our beloved Mexican restaurant last night, a little fun and excitement. Almost all performers were regulars we recognized from last year. Not much changes. The place was almost standing room only and gave us a vicarious feeling of being part of the action.

Today were spicing it up a bit with a trip to the volcano. The variety has me a tiny bit tense. Where will I get my sun? We're driving down the wet side of the island through Hilo because it is closer. Last night I found out I had seat heat in the car - a perfect foil for that dreadful airconditioning.