I know it's terribly bad form to bitch and whine when you are in Hawaii, but in the 19 hours since we have landed, I have gotten heat stroke, a blister on the bottom of my foot, and been housed in a room directly beside the elevator shaft. Not separated by a stairwell or an ice machine alcove, but set up so that our heads are directly butting up against the elevator as we lie awake in bed and as it moves among ten stories at all hours of day and night.
That's the bad. The good is that Maui is incredibly lovely and that the hotel we are in is gorgeous, very old world Polynesian charm meets tiki bar. In the best way. The lobby is open to a series of pools and waterfalls populated by flamingoes and fish and a very domineering black swan (as black swans should be). The grounds are well treed with a series of pools descending onto various levels, and finally ending in a well-used beach pathway, and, of course, the beach.
We walked the pathway last night after we arrived, to see how far we had to walk the next morning to meet with the rest of the group at a neighbouring hotel and I was amazed at the force of the waves we could see and hear crashing onto the shore.
I will be trading in my sandals for shoes and socks and bringing a hat with me in the future. I want to be able to enjoy this trip, even if it means looking like a Canadian.