Ok, I get it now.
We came into Molokai after dark so I didn’t get the full impact until I
woke up this morning, or shall I say until the symphony of roosters woke me
up. I got out of bed and saw that
it was raining but saw that the lanai is totally covered so went outside to
watch the rain, gaze over the palm trees at the ocean, and listen to the birds.
A few other birds jumped into the chorus. I don’t know anything about birds so can’t identify which birds these are, but soon, what sounded like a huge jungle bird joined in. Wow, I thought, it’s like being in the jungle. Then I heard it again and tried to find it. I looked behind me to the source of the bird call—my husband, inside the house behind me doubled over with laughter watching me look for that bird.
To say magical is too cliché and doesn’t capture it anyway. I haven’t even been here 24 hours and now I totally get why my friends bought this place. In fact, what I don’t get is why they would ever let renters grace the premises. I don’t understand why they haven’t already quit their jobs and sold all their belongings so they can just spend every minute of the rest of their lives on this lanai.
Maybe it’s because they need a couple of chaise lounges, and to get them, it would remove them from the lanai for a full day. They must drive to the airport, get on a commuter flight to Maui, rent a car on Maui, go to Home Depot, buy the chairs, put the chairs in the rental car, drive it to the dock, load them on a boat, drive back to the airport, return the rental car, get back on the commuter airline and fly back to Molokai, go to the dock in Molokai, pick up the chairs from the boat, load them in the car, and drive the 45 minutes back home.
Small price to pay in my opinion.