“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac

Yetsreday was a loonnngggg day! Up at 5:30 am, packed, 3.5 hr drive thru boring flat countryside to Minneapolis airport, 3.5 hr flight to LAX, hanging around, 5.5 hr flight to Hawai’I, transport to condo sth of town, to bed about 1:30 the next morn. Its not only physically draining, but its another day lost as we find ourselves going back in time (zone ) once again. How do time travelers know their age? And why don’t they suffer jet lag or some sort of fatigue? Hmmm?

Said our goodbyes to the Z’s extended family members as well as the K’s at Minneapolis, whom are all returning home. Very dear friends, all. More shared experiences and adventures. But the Z’s and D’s now commence the 2^nd last leg of their journey together.

Antway, we’re in Kailua –Kona, safe and well. I was up at dawn again and went begging for milk. We’re in the land of Kona but have no groceries as yet. Just having a coffee on my huge 3^rd fl lanai, staring at the surf and wondering what today may have in store for me. No doubt I’ll have something to say to you  - maybe a bit of deep sea diving or ziplining or kayaking or violcano abseiling….