Hello All,
Friday
“What do you want for lunch today?” asked our caring Editor. We don’t usually worry about lunch on the trails. A good breakfast followed by delicious dinner meals that Jenni prepares keeps us well nourished and most satisfied. Who could be so fortunate? We are amazed at what she can do with a microwave. Add a stovetop, some aluminum foil and she makes ‘magic’. Then we remembered why she asked. Lately, we have been finding wild fruit in the mountains. It is delightful to pick a guava, passion fruit or strawberry-guava from a tree and put it directly into the mouth, in the wild. It helps if you know whether it is poisonous or not—but let’s not get too technical.
We think of‘Ashrei’, the 3-times a day prayer that tells us Hashem will provide for those that follow Him. We have enjoyed the fresh fruit immensely; we are now quite spoilt, not the fruit. It reminds us of our youth. Pinching the neighbors’ fruit from the trees always seemed to be an exciting experience. Should one even be thinking that? Notice we use pinching instead of stea…
We enjoyed two ‘shortish’ hikes on the eastern side of the island today. They were both delightful as they took us up and along the mountain ridges. The underfoot was soft on our tender feet which was welcome after a tough week. The outside edges gave us pleasant exposure to the beautiful interior tree-covered mountains as well as the ocean. A combined total of seven miles and 1,500 feet elevation was most comfortable for the end of the week. We look forward to an extremely restful Shabbos. Our only disappointment in Hawaii is that uninhabited areas are beautiful while many of the locals tend to litter their homes and yards with all kinds of debris. Perhaps we are too harsh.
Next week, which will bring the trip to an end, might involve an incredible hike which is also rated dangerous. What to do about it has been on our minds. Oh Shelach! With this week’s Torah portion dealing with sending out spies to scout the land, we realized that the solution is at hand. Let’s send out our editor to climb and scout the dangerous cliffs, have her report back to base after which time we will be in a better position to make an intelligent decision. What’s the point of us both taking a risk? If she returns with a negative report, we won’t even hold that against her.
Chuck is a ‘hybrid’ if we may use such a term in jest. His father, a Samoan, served with the armed forces in Germany. Guess the nationality of his mom. We had a good chat with him before we opened our mouth and spoke of guavas. ‘Follow me,’ he said. Off we trudged along the road following Chuck past the school and into the cemetery where we picked guavas as “padkos” (food for the road). A donation was obviously expected for the information, tour of the cemetery, assistance in picking a handful of guavas and guiding us back to the car, a distance of some 200 yards. No more shopping for us. Our editor laughed— ‘ $4 per guava’—we laughed even harder.
The other night we went for a stroll in the town. We noticed every house had a warning sign regarding dogs. “Beware of dog; attack-dog on premises and more”. The accompanying barking sounds, which were quite intimidating, made us certain that there were many canines watching us. The enjoyable part of the outing was of the editor holding on tight—makes a person want to learn to bark. A few days later, we came across the sign below on the other side of the island with a different perspective:
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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