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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Qua Tourists
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Rufus,

We are wakened each morning by bird squawk in the trees outside our room. Great place to be a bird, I suppose. Plenty of verdant canopy in which to perch and twitter away the day. Post pillow talk we eventually throw on our shorts, tank tops and flip flops and trip over to the Starbucks. I like Starbucks, they're consistent, but I don't claim any brand loyalty. This morning Mom found us a nice local joint and the espresso was just as I like it, dark and rich with a caramel crème.

Yesterday we visited "The Blowhole". The ocean undercut the volcanic rock here, and when the waves are powerful water shoots out from the hole like a shaken soda. The guide book cautions that one should clearly identify the hole and not pad about trying to find it. It's a rather innocuous looking hole, and quiet between wave swells, but I can well  imagine that if one stood over it, peered inside and wondered, "Is this it?", they would be in for a violent smack down. Something you want to avoid on these rocks, which are exceptionally sharp. Ask Mom. She slipped and fell near the olivine pools just up the road from the blowhole, sliced her hand open and scraped her back. One of those accidents where one doesn't even know they've been cut until the blood is seen running down your arm.

Some pictures for your amusement: Us (blowhole behind), The Blowhole during an eruption, Siren on the rocks, and I stop for meditation at the center of (what appeared to be) a spiritual place.

Talk at you later, friend.








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