One of the biggest sources of stress throughout this move has been the giant question mark of where we would be living. I’m happy to announce we found an amazing A-frame cottage to rent! In a short period of time, we looked at a lot of places and nothing compared to this place so we were anxious to get the final word that we were approved. Like many elements of this move, we have benefited from perseverance and a good dose of luck.

The main house, along with our little guest house, was built in the late 70s by our landlord’s sister and her husband and apparently it’s a somewhat legendary house in the neighborhood. Her husband was a gifted pianist and a tennis instructor, hence the two regulation tennis courts and viewing area. Rumor has it that this home was always filled with visitors from all over the world who came to play tennis and party. Just take a moment to imagine how insanely awesome a party in the 70s or 80s would be at a house in Maui with a piano and two tennis courts. Hairy men with thick mustaches darting around in excessively short white tennis shorts, chasing women wearing flowing kaftans and big hair-dos. Maria Muldar’s “Midnight at the Oasis” never stopped spinning on the turntable, the bar was fully stocked, the tables were covered in hors d’oeuvres featuring cocktail wieners and cottage cheese, nobody got hangovers and the world was perfect. At least that’s how I imagine it.

Our cottage with the main house behind it.

 

From the front. The wall of palms in the front make for a very private setting in an already quiet neighborhood.

 

The front “yard.” Perfect!

 

Tennis anyone?

 

Bud and Darlene discuss Bud’s technique for keeping the palms looking beautiful.

 

Standing in the living room looking back towards the second bedroom / office. Darlene is excited that the kitchen features her all-time favorite kind of ceiling lamp!

 

Another view of the main rooms(s) from the entrance to the master bedroom.

 

The bedroom has a really pretty view of all the palms.

 

Oh yeah, then there’s this. This is a “centipede spear.” You know, to kill the 6 inch long centipedes. Bud explained that the procedure is simple really. When you see one of these prehistoric monsters racing across your floor, grab the spear and slam it down on their disgusting bodies. Then, pick up the carcass with some pliers (not included). So there’s that.