Re-entry. Again.

Back to reality. Again. 

Good-bye Maui sunsets over Kahoolawe and pretty Kea Lani..

Good-bye Katherine and John.. well, until tomorrow or maybe Weds.

Good-bye, Earthfu#!#r 4000 that we kind of got used to..

The last day on Maui was very mellow. I commandeered a lounge on the Four Seasons beach with the last book in the Twilight series. I know, I'm not 13. They gave me an umbrella. They brought me ice water and watermelon periodically. It was not a bad day for me. Then evening rolled around and we hit the Taste of Wailea on the golf course for blueberry ginger martinis. And probably some food, I think, but you can tell what stood out here. After the eating (drinking), Katherine, John, and I wandered down to watch Paper Love on the big screen. It was a mock-umentary with Michael Cera. I loved it. But I am a sucker for diarama scenes, kind of like when Sponge Bob and Patrick go on land and SB is a dish sponge on a stick.

The Taste of Wailea was a good argument for why I carry emergency tights and an emergency bikini in my bag at all times. I refer to the bikini as my bag-kini. It turned out to be really windy up on the golf course. What started out as a dress became a top.. the tights were enablers, in a way.

Whine as I may, nothing beats coming back to this:

And my little boys, who are less inclined to smile pretty for the camera.

Now that I'm back to stay, it's time to consider training. K and I decided that July 1 is Day 1 of marathon training. My bike is still in Wisconsin, or at least I think it is. The North Shore Summer Swim Series starts Saturday. I'm going to wing it. Practice is over-rated.