Monday, August 7, 2017

Island Time | Maui, Hawaii

I’m going to preface this by saying I know that the majority of what I’m about to write is going to sound like a whole lot of bs; I hate when people try too hard to paint a picture that simply is too good to be true. However, to me, Maui is too good to be true, so it’s the only way I know how to describe it.

I swear the minutes last longer here. Hours stretch on for an eternity, but no one seems to mind. There is a spirit surrounding this island. I can only assume it differs among all those that compose Hawaii. Maui is light, inspired and free. It seems to calm even the most anxious souls, and put their minds at ease. The air, oh god, how do you describe air? I’m sitting on the balcony, gulping it down, trying to find a way to put it into words. It’s warm, as if it’s pulling you close. It’s clean and crisp, but in the most comforting way. It’s addictive. I can’t seem to get enough, and not because I need it to breathe. It fills my lungs, rests on my skin, and holds an aroma in ways I’ve never experienced. And honestly I don’t wish to experience ever again, unless I return to Maui, it adds to the magic.
            The majority of our trip was spent in Wailea, with a few exceptions. Biking down Haleakalā was an indescribable experience. We were out the door by 6:45 am and reached the summit before the clouds began to obstruct the view that stretched 10,000 feet above the sea. By the time we were ready to begin the ride, the clouds had engulfed the peak, leaving us sitting literally among them. At 6,000 feet the air held a chill and the surroundings were misty. Down and down we wound, from among the clouds, to just below them with the most exquisite birds eye view of the island, to among the residents’ homes and places of work. Through layers of the sky, puddles, and forests made entirely of pine; past lilac bushes, and blooms in shapes and colors I’d never seen.  
            The only other excursion dispersed into our 9 days of bliss involved a drive to Lahaina and a sunset sail. We walked around town, dining alongside the ocean and meeting locals with the purest hearts and freest souls. Being on the water as the sun’s decent painted the sky was yet again magnificent; as just about every sunset we saw on the island was. The conversation shared on the trip was honest and impassioned. There was no pressure to impress or fulfill some self-made prophecy or expectations. There was only a desire to soak in the valuable time you got to share with another whose path crossed yours at the exact right time.
            There’s a lot I took for granted, I am coming to realize, as I sit here with the understanding that tomorrow entails a twelve-hour travel day and a dreaded goodbye to paradise. The sound of the ocean meeting the shore. The endless sunshine. The exotic beauty of the vegetation. The fresh taste of the food. The word aloha. The infectious smiles.
            The majority of the people we met throughout the days headed for Maui with a one-way ticket and a need for a change of pace. I have yet to meet a person who has regretted their choice.  

That’s so beautiful.

Aloha Maui. Mahalo. I’ll be back.

xo Rebecca Grace



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