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We had breakfast at Longhi's and dinner at Ferraro's... again! We're the type of people that if we find something we really like, we'll keep going back to it until we get sick of it. It was well worth it. Our special dinner dessert was a chocolate mousse masterpiece! My compliments to the chef.

Earlier in the day, we decided to check out another black sand beach at Makena. The concierge mentioned that this particular beach wasn't as good as the one at Waianapanapa State Park (way to plug it, buddy), but we figured it was worth seeing since it was close by. These were his directions:
- Drive down the road until you hit Makena State Park, then go a little further.
- Take a right onto a rough dirt trail. Watch out because it's a blind hill, so when you're leaving, make sure you check both ways for cars.
- Watch out because the road has huge potholes and you don't want to get stuck or break your axle.
I suppose these directions should have set off warning signs in my head, but I thought, "Cool, a black sand beach." Besides, our car was a rental (future note: most rental car companies do not cover off-road use/abuse of their vehicles, go figure). So off we went to search for this mystery beach with the most detailed of directions. We passed by a few dirt trail entrances on our right, but none looked as treacherous as the concierge had described. Then we saw another PT Cruiser convertible emerge from a steep, dirt trail entrance, and we knew we had hit paydirt (literally). We took a right and immediately dropped half a foot in the air onto the ground below. The road was narrow, sandy, and full of deep potholes, but we kept moving along at a respectable 5 mph. We finally arrived at the beach, only to discover someone had mistakenly called it a black sand beach. A more appropriate name would have been "non-black sand beach" or "brown sand beach" or just plain beach. We took a few pictures and then disappointingly headed back to the hotel to pay a visit to the concierge (no actual concierges were harmed during our honeymoon trip).

Nothing could be more relaxing than having the warm waters of Maui massage your bare toes. I admit, I was a little hesitant at first to walk barefoot in the waters, mostly because I kept imagining the frigid waters of Ocean Beach (in San Francisco) turning my tender toes into little popsicles. But Lana egged me on, and it was great! What a great way to end a relaxing honeymoon!



day seven		The next to last day of a vacation is always the hardest to accept; you can't enjoy the day because you're thinking about going home the next day. It was especially hard because when we got back, Lana would be heading to SoCal and starting her residency, while I would be in SF for a few more weeks. We decided to make the best of it by enjoying the warm waters of Maui one last time and, of course, ingesting a few more thousand delicious calories.


	We had breakfast at Longhi's and dinner at Ferraro's... again! We're the type of people that if we find something we really like, we'll keep going back to it until we get sick of it. It was well worth it. Our special dinner dessert was a chocolate mousse masterpiece! My compliments to the chef. Earlier in the day, we decided to check out another black sand beach at Makena. The concierge mentioned that this particular beach wasn't as good as the one at Waianapanapa State Park (way to plug it, buddy), but we figured it was worth seeing since it was close by. These were his directions: - Drive down the road until you hit Makena State Park, then go a little further. - Take a right onto a rough dirt trail. Watch out because it's a blind hill, so when you're leaving, make sure you check both ways for cars. - Watch out because the road has huge potholes and you don't want to get stuck or break your axle. I suppose these directions should have set off warning signs in my head, but I thought, "Cool, a black sand beach." Besides, our car was a rental (future note: most rental car companies do not cover off-road use/abuse of their vehicles, go figure). So off we went to search for this mystery beach with the most detailed of directions. We passed by a few dirt trail entrances on our right, but none looked as treacherous as the concierge had described. Then we saw another PT Cruiser convertible emerge from a steep, dirt trail entrance, and we knew we had hit paydirt (literally). We took a right and immediately dropped half a foot in the air onto the ground below. The road was narrow, sandy, and full of deep potholes, but we kept moving along at a respectable 5 mph. We finally arrived at the beach, only to discover someone had mistakenly called it a black sand beach. A more appropriate name would have been "non-black sand beach" or "brown sand beach" or just plain beach. We took a few pictures and then disappointingly headed back to the hotel to pay a visit to the concierge (no actual concierges were harmed during our honeymoon trip). Nothing could be more relaxing than having the warm waters of Maui massage your bare toes. I admit, I was a little hesitant at first to walk barefoot in the waters, mostly because I kept imagining the frigid waters of Ocean Beach (in San Francisco) turning my tender toes into little popsicles. But Lana egged me on, and it was great! What a great way to end a relaxing honeymoon!

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