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The next morning, after a breakfast of sprouted garbanzos, DD, AD and I all headed out for the beach, winding beyond the posh hotels, residences and golf courses of Kihei to Makenna, aka Big Beach. The water looked beautiful, framed by a couple of offshore islands and a black reef which had formed from volcanic runoff. The scene was filled with aqua, turquoise and azure water at varying depths and distances, and DD broke out the backgammon board for a couple of rolls of the rocks. Next step was the boogie boarding, during which we pushed off the shallow bottom ahead of the rolling waves, skimming far up onto the sandy slopes. Later that evening my back was the color of a spawning salmon just as it reaches the upper pool to succumb. No pain, just the first real sun of the season on my cave-dwelling winter bod. After a bit of work around the house, we were off to a dinner hosted by MK, who had the kitchen firing and the table set with the fancy ware upon our arrival. We were greeted with the pop of a champagne cork and the presentation of tall Roman salads with basil sauce. Then a lovely grace was said, and the white wine, toasts, swordfish marsala, red wine, bread pudding and Peligrino with lime soon followed. It was all topped off with a comedy film on the big screen below the tall green cliffs of the Maui rain forest – superb. The next day I woke early with dream scenes from the previous night; all a series of vantages from a partially-submerged raft in waters teeming with sharks, kind of like in that Homer painting of the man sailing in similar conditions.