We return from paradise only to find that the weather we were getting used to is certainly not the weather everyone at home was having. The week went exceptionally well, with hiking, eating, walking, shopping, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company. I don’t know that we had ever spent that much time with each other exclusively, 24 hours a day, so it was a new, rewarding experience.
The place we stayed in was in the farm land in northern Kauai. Long ago, the Philipino peoples brought roosters to the island for cock-fighting. A hurricance hit, which scattered the birds throughout the island, so now they run wild everywhere. This isn’t an exaggeration. Everywhere. As we were in the farm lands, they were especially present there, so every morning at around 6am they started crowing. Every 15 seconds or so. All day. Without fail. Needless to say, the cock jokes ran rampant all week, and still haven’t subsided.
When we fist walked in to our new temporary home, we loved the place. The windows had screens, but no window panes, allowing the ever present breeze to come through easily. One of the first things we had noticed upon an investigation of the place was that the door that goes out to the back deck, which is located in the bathroom, had a cat door. The bathroom also had a kitty bed, a food bowl, a water bowl, and a tupperware container with cat food. Lo and behold, two cats came in to the house. They had no collars, so we named them ourselves. Whe white crosseyed cat was named Mango, and the black furry cat was named Shack. the name of the place we stayed in was the Mango Shack, hence the names. Most of the people on the island took in stray cats, so they were almost as poplulated as the roosters. We came across two little kittens on one of our hikes, near the shore, which totally blew us away.
There is so much that happened, from hiking down into a huge canyon, to eating an awesome meal that was a gift to us from my Uncle and Aunt. It was an awesome time, an awesome atmosphere, and was easily one of the best weeks of my life.
Sadly, Milca got food poisoning near the end of the trip, so our last day was spent relaxing at home, and she is just now getting better to the point where she can eat food. Now that she’s better, I am able to focus my time on getting a new job. Here’s hoping.