The vog was brutal up at the winery today. I've been home for nearly an hour and still I can feel the sulfur coating my throat. Nasty! I'm pretty sure it was the reason business was relatively slow throughout the afternoon. We never got the late day rush that we usually endure.
Cary, the winery's number cruncher, occasionally buys us food. Today, we were treated to breakfast burritos from the golf course just up the road. Their usually decent; loaded with eggs, cheese and Portuguese sausage. Not so good for arterial health, but tasty. They also come accompanied by some garlic laden salsa that, while delicious, is not so great for the breath of folks working in close contact with the public. Today, there was not only garlic, but FIRE. The salsa was so hot, it was painful. My poor coworker, Mandy, was the first to eat her burrito. She did what we all usually do. She slathered on the salsa. Yowza! Thankfully, because of Mandy's sacrifice, I was able to enjoy mine by adding only tiny dabs of the stuff to my burrito. Still, I did experience a bit of the burn. I'm still fighting the effects of the garlic.
Every day I meet visitors who think they want to move here. It happened again today. They love it here. They believe they belong here. Of course, they're staying at a resort and eating out every day. They have decent paying jobs at home to help them pay for that. They don't know that if they move here, they'll most likely have to give up that lucrative employment and settle for one that pays much less. Then, they'll realize they have to live in a place where the cost of living is significantly higher. Less money, more expensive. It's a frustrating combination. Still, they have stars in their eyes. So the Puna district, the only affordable place left in the state, continues to see the malihini come in droves.
The lava is encroaching on the Royal Gardens subdivision and has burned some abandoned structures. Lava can be inconvenient that way.
Cary, the winery's number cruncher, occasionally buys us food. Today, we were treated to breakfast burritos from the golf course just up the road. Their usually decent; loaded with eggs, cheese and Portuguese sausage. Not so good for arterial health, but tasty. They also come accompanied by some garlic laden salsa that, while delicious, is not so great for the breath of folks working in close contact with the public. Today, there was not only garlic, but FIRE. The salsa was so hot, it was painful. My poor coworker, Mandy, was the first to eat her burrito. She did what we all usually do. She slathered on the salsa. Yowza! Thankfully, because of Mandy's sacrifice, I was able to enjoy mine by adding only tiny dabs of the stuff to my burrito. Still, I did experience a bit of the burn. I'm still fighting the effects of the garlic.
Every day I meet visitors who think they want to move here. It happened again today. They love it here. They believe they belong here. Of course, they're staying at a resort and eating out every day. They have decent paying jobs at home to help them pay for that. They don't know that if they move here, they'll most likely have to give up that lucrative employment and settle for one that pays much less. Then, they'll realize they have to live in a place where the cost of living is significantly higher. Less money, more expensive. It's a frustrating combination. Still, they have stars in their eyes. So the Puna district, the only affordable place left in the state, continues to see the malihini come in droves.
The lava is encroaching on the Royal Gardens subdivision and has burned some abandoned structures. Lava can be inconvenient that way.
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