Save The Planet; it's the only one with chocolate.

Once again, the internet has been quite spotty over the past week, so I assure you it’s not that we’ve been lazy here at Hana Tropicals and have nothing to report…. but it’s the damn technology which I’ve been having a constant struggle with here!

On Saturday, we ventured into the town of Haiku, and hour and a half away down the Hana Highway, for the annual Haiku Flower Festival. Since Krista couldn’t attend, we went with Matt, a self proclaimed “Mass-hole” from the outskirts of Boston, who’s been living in Hana and growing flowers for the better part of the last 30 years. He talked our ear off for the rides there and back (“F-ing this, F-ing that….”) as we rode in the back of his creepy window-less white van, two out of the three of us deciding our breakfast’s didn’t belong in our stomachs, but rather the inside of the van (I wish I was joking but unfortunately am not.) Being on the floor of a car on that road has temporarily turned me away from my normal day starter of oatmeal, (yes I’m like a 70 year old woman, but no, it’s not good…)

Once we arrived at the festival and washed out our mouths, the day became quite enjoyable. The hundreds of beautiful flowers at our booth were used in an amateur flower arranging competition as a fundraiser for the town’s elementary school. With the leftovers at the end of the day, I put my bartering skills and charm to work for some kettle corn and Coconut Glen’s Ice cream. :)

Stirring up the devil by eating sweets at the festival, we liked what we’ve been missing and took Fat Tuesday to the max last night. The Catholic Church in town, St. Mary’s, had a carnival for Marti Gras, where we took to the chance to gorge on the wonderful products of sugar and creation of deep frying. Finally feeling like the 20 something’s that we are, the three of us enjoyed our night out on the town instead of staying in at the farm. Our 9 o’clock bed time however didn’t really extend last night as the sugar rush ended in a sudden crash…. 

I don’t know what it is about Hana, but I feel like there’s always used clothing and garage sales all the time. It’s absolutely wonderful, as I hardly make anything, but still haven’t lost a liking for shopping. “Hana Macy’s” as Krista calls it, is an outdoor thrift store down the road, we’ve become quite fond of perusing every so often, and little garage sale was going on at the carnival last night. I’m quite pleased with my “Local Babe” t-shirt with a Hawaiian girl in a bikini on the back….

Alrightly, don’t think we never work by what I write! It’s tiring and dirty, the other stuff’s just better. :)

 

Aloha.