First we went to church at this lovely little place built from native stone. With a high season congregation of less than 40, consisting about half of (very nice) tourists, we wondered how the locals keep it afloat. I am sure they sometimes wonder too.
Then, since it was sprinkling intermittently, we sat back to watch some football on TV, much of it in the poolside bar. Off shore, huge breaks were forming and a few intrepid surfers were being towed out by jet skis.
I've been trying the local beers:
None of them are anything to write home about, so I won't.
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FWIW, after putting this post up, i had a chance to try a Kona Brewing Co. FireRock IPA and it had noticeably more taste than any of the beers pictured.
Who cares if the beers were any good? It's beer, one of god's simple miracles. The football playoffs were great this weekend, and that's coming from somebody who couldn't care less about the sport.
somewhere, there is a photo of my family in front of that church, circa 1971. i believe my parents renewed their vows there. a minister we knew had retired to hawaii, and was in the photo, too.
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