Here in St. Louis, we’re bracing ourselves for eight to 10 inches of snow before the weekend ends. So while the reality of what’s happening outside is soon to be cold and slushy, my mind is still thinking about sea, sun and sand as I continue this recap of our Hawaii vacation.
Day 5: Hello Maui
Day 5 of our Hawaii vacation started out in transit mode. We hopped on a plane and took the 30 minute flight from Oahu to Maui, also nicknamed The Valley Isle.
My mom and I have long wanted to visit Maui. After all these years of stopping into Hawaii on the way to or from Guam and visiting Lola (my parents go more often than I do), Mom and I had still never set foot on Maui. Dad, on the other hand, was born there. While Lola was waiting for my dad to enter the world, the Navy sent Papa to work on Guam. Although Lola wanted to follow, paperwork and her pregnancy kept her behind in Maui. She stayed with Papa’s sister in Kahului, in a house located a stone’s throw away from Maui Memorial Hospital. Once Dad was born, Lola was able to join Papa on Guam, where they made their living as an auto mechanic and elementary school teacher for years and years. While on Guam, Lola gave birth to three more sons to round out the clan of mischievous Sarusal boys.
So once we stepped off the plane in Maui, we waited for what seemed like a lifetime at the car rental facility before finding a place to chow down. We settled on the little village of Paia and dined at the Paia Fish Market.
Paia is considered a starting point on the Road to Hana. Kind of like the last point of civilization before embarking on the scenic drive. Parking proved to be difficult in Paia, but once we found a spot and got out of the car to stretch our legs, Paia turned out to be a cute little town with a handful of restaurants and shops, including a gelato shop. (The juxtaposition of Italian gelato in a place as island country as Paia, Maui still cracks me up. It’s like serving Russian vodka on a cattle ranch.)
The Paia Fish Market was bustling. We practically had to charge one of the tables in order to claim seats. But the food was good, albeit pricey. Then again, what isn’t pricey in Hawaii?
We stopped into a couple shops as well, including Honolua Surf Co., where I picked up a couple t-shirts.
From there, Dad drove us into Kahului, where we passed Maui Memorial Hospital to see where he was born and the home of Papa’s sister, where Dad and Lola lived for a short time before they relocated to Guam. Unfortunately, I missed seeing the house in person. All that beer and fish put me into a food coma, so I was asleep when Dad took this picture of the house.
Checking into our condo rental was next on our itinerary. The GPS routed us to Lahaina, where we pulled into the Aina Nalu hotel and condo complex.
I found Aina Nalu while searching for vacation rentals on HomeAway and VRBO. I noticed a series of rentals available within the same complex. All had nearly identical features and were priced affordably. We ended up booking Unit K109 at $180 a night. With two bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen and a living room, that price is unheard of! The condo owners also provided beach chairs, a cooler, boogie boards and beach towels. Those sort of things are a huge help when you’re flying in without the luggage to accommodate those necessities.
Aina Nalu is not located on the beach, but it is within steps of Front Street, a hot spot and historic whaling village in Lahaina lined with shops, restaurants and entertainment venues. It was a beautiful night to walk the streets in search of a place to eat dinner. So we did.
We settled on Koa’s Seaside Grill, where Mikey and I enjoyed some drinks, and we all ordered… steak. We certainly are a meat and potatoes family — or meat, potatoes and rice — to be more accurate.
With our tummies full and ready for relaxation, we made the leisurely walk back to Aina Nalu and turned in for the evening. The next day was shaping up to be a busy one — driving the Road to Hana!