The Breakfast Crowd

Remember my mentions of the great numbers of songbirds everywhere we went in the islands of Hawaii?  Well, things were not always so happy.  Centuries ago, the native bird population of the islands enjoyed a life free of predators, so they developed the habit of building their nests on the ground.  All was well until rats were introduced via maritime traffic from Europe, and these rats found the easiest prey in the ground nesting birds.  At some point it occurred to someone to think that introducing mongoose to the Hawaiian islands would solve the problem of rats.  Guess what?  Mongoose hunted by day, rats hunted by night, and the bird population was decimated, most species being preyed upon to extinction.  Well, nowadays both mongoose and rat have been virtually exterminated, and non indigenous birds (including a very large, healthy population of hens and roosters in the island of Kawaii) have made a comeback. 

 

And what a comeback!  We could hear birds singing as we walked down the streets.  I enjoyed their singing as I sat in the balconies of the different hotel rooms David and I slept in.  The little feathered ones were even present at the outdoor areas of these hotels, and this, of course, included the eating areas.  I felt greeted by songs as David and I got a table at breakfast time.  We feasted on the luscious papaya, delicious pineapple and canteloupe, as well as on delicious and freshly made omelettes and sausages.  But we were not the only ones who enjoyed breakfast.  David was delighted to discover that the birds who serenaded us were not shy about getting a little close, some coming right up to the table( that is, landing on the table),  to see if we would be generous with them.  David had so much pleasure offering breakfast to the little birds, and I loved his descriptions of how some birds were faster than others in taking the food.  I do not think I need to tell you here that David and I became the birds’ favorite humans wherever we sat at an outdoor eating area at the hotels.  I could swear that in the morning the birds were waiting for us, ready to come to our table and keep us company as we all shared delicious food to start the day. 

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This Planet Earth

So many of us love and worship the beach, and flock to it whenever we can.  We all know about the cream colored or white sanded beaches, and some have had the fortune of visiting beaches painted with pink sand.  Now go into your imagination and pick up an artist’s brush.  Travel in your mind to your favorite beach and use your magical brush to paint the sand black.  Yes, black.  Do not forget to paint the sand that is in the water.  When you are finished using your black paint, stand back and admire the results.  Start by standing on your beach on a perfectly sunny day.  See how black and beautiful the sand looks?  And look at the ocean, how its blues are so deep that they almost look purple.  Now allow the skies to become overcast and watch as the ocean blues acquire a definite tone of charcoal gray, blending smoothly with the beautiful sand.  Stay here for as long as you like and paint this gorgeous seascape with the colors of sunrise or sunset. 

 

Is this spectacular or what?  Black sanded beaches are a gift from our oceans, as they pound incessantly at the lava rock from which islands like the big Hawaii are born.  standing on that beach and crouching to scoop up handfuls of its black sand was such a wonderful experience for me that I did not mind having that sand getting in my open shoes and between my toes one bit.  I do not think I need to tell you here that I never bothered to remove that rare and beautiful sand, I just let it leave my shoes on its own time, I wanted it touching my feet for as long as it was going to stay in my footwear, knowing full well that the touch of black sand, as well as every other instant of my life in the Hawaiian islands, was a once in a lifetime experience. 

The Heart Speaks

Hello everyone,

First, I want to apologize to all of you for the way in which I have neglected this blog.  David and I went on vacation to Hawaii back in April, and I still have not finished sharing here with you all the wonderful experiences I had.  Going to Hawaii was for me like going to a different world, a universe not unlike the one that I still nurture in my own mind.  My idea of doing this blog was for me to invite you into my soul, so you would witness the side of me that is the most radiant, colorful and emotionally intense.  From time to time I send you an E-mail note reminding you to come back here, so you may continue to read about my experiences with the beautiful area of Earth called Hawaii.  But how can I send you any reminders if I do not continue to write?  I know that a couple of you out there are disappointed with this because you want to read more. 

 

One reason why I have been so neglectful to you and to this blog is because I go through great mental contortions, racking my brains trying to find the wordiest, most poetic way to express myself, only to find myself banging my head against the wall (not literally, of course), and ending up not writing anything.  I know what I want to write about, I just find myself not knowing how.  I guess for me this is particularly difficult because English is not even my first language.  I want the language in this blog to be as sunny and beautiful as the experiences it conveys, it just will not come out most of the time, so I write nothing. 

 

Anyone who thinks that the Muses are mythical creatures is a fool.  You know, when I was a child and a teenager, the Muse of Letters lived with me.  I wrote lots and lots of letters, stories and diaries.  The writing came to me so easily, all I needed to do was to sit before the notebook and pick up the pen.  It seemed to me as if my hand was moving by itself, so quickly and fluidly, flowing as freely as a river.  And today I suffer from writing atrophy; even if I want to write, it does not come out.  Forgive me for writing this, but I simply can not resist: 

Me thinks I suffer from writing constipation! 

 

So now I ask for your patience and forgiveness, as I slowly put my feelings and experiences out here in cyberspace for you to read and hopefully enjoy.  Blessings to you all, until next time.

 

With love,

Rosa Del Fuego

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