Last night I had a dream that last night was the final night of this vacation and that I had not finished even ONE book. In my dream I felt like a failure. A failure at vacation? Who cares if I carry all four books back home unread; what difference does it make? There will be no test, right?
I received a comment on my Vacation from What post that vacationing in retirement is called “travel.” It’s hard to think of an island vacation as “travel” but this island, the Island of Molokai, kind of is like “travel.” You tell people where you live by mile marker from town. Town is Kaunakakai. It’s about 25 minutes from here.
But if you just need milk, you can walk and get it right here at the little neighborhood store. If you need 2 bottles of orange juice, a can of pineapple juice, salsa, a Mr. Goodbar and a Diet Coke you can also get them there, but bring a bag, they don’t have grocery bags. We would have had trouble if we actually bought the Triple Sec. The Mai Tai’s will be just as good though, because I did have the presence of mind to bring along some little cocktail umbrellas in my carryon luggage.
To walk to the beach access, you have to walk along the highway. It has a name but it’s really the only road, so I don’t know its name. There are a few snarly dogs on the way, none are fenced in, but most stay on their property. Our friends told us that if one starts to come out after you, you pretend to throw an invisible rock at them. Guess what, it works (he was a pit bull mix—they mostly are on the island).
Even with the remoteness of our location and the non-touristy nature of this island itself, I haven’t found much time to sit and read a book. For anyone that thinks this sounds like a nice vacation (or nice “traveling” if you are retired), here’s the link to our friends' tropical rental cottage.