Mornings on Hawaii’s island of Maui are kaleidoscope of sky coupled with serene sirens of tide massaging waves along beach. Unless you have irritable neighbors.
B was on the balcony making a phone call to handle some business. The balcony is beautiful, spacious. After she finished her call, the next door neighbor made some comments I could barely interpret about phone calls and sleep. Personally, I do not do the screaming between walls thing outside of a solitary confinement unit. I tend to meet passive aggressiveness with even more of the same, or totally ignore the existence of those implementing it. It was still morning time. But, the cultural differences and sensibility flare ups have been on my mind since arriving yesterday afternoon.
Nevertheless, B and I got dressed and headed out. Our first destination was a small eatery in Kihei, a city or subsector of Southwest Maui.
After eating breakfast, we went across the street and took a stroll on the beach’s boardwalk. While waiting to cross the street, we had a few drivers honking their horns at us. We did not realize we had the right of way to just cross in the middle of a street. Apparently the drivers are extremely accustomed to pedestrian traffic, almost treating us like a big rig truck.
The waters of the Pacific Ocean are extremely salty!!! This I found out when venturing too far out into the ocean walking. There was a tide pulling towards the shore that buried me under. B laughed and worried simultaneously. Good times indeed. While I do believe Hawaii to be a very gorgeous and vivid environ, the culture leaves something for me to want. Also, in my subconscious to conscious, I am constantly comparing these islands to those of Puerto Rico.
After strolling the beach, we decided to visit the Alexander & Baldwin Sugar Museum.
I am learning that museums may be my favorite places to go, next to libraries and bookstores. The Alexander & Baldwin Sugar Museum did not disappoint me. The Museum is a tacit and visual walk-through displaying the rich and possibly sordid history of Hawaii’s economic growth. While my morning was filled with ethnic antagonisms, I did leave the museum with a newfound respect for the Asian working class that toiled the sugar fields under the supervision of their bourgeois overseers.
I suppose for me, perfection can be overrated. The island of Maui is almost too clean for me. I am still wondering where the homeless go because I know they exist. The aggressiveness of drivers waving pedestrians across the street as they yield to foot traffic is a bit much for my sensibilities. I do not ever want to be publicly accused of being insensitive to any racial, ethnic, or national identities. But, there are some negotiations that US Blacks and Asians need to develop.