Our trip into Maui, although a direct flight, was tiring. After driving down to South Maui using the excellent directions given to us by the proprietor, we reached Makena Landing. The first impression is deceptive. There is actually an enclave of 4-5 cottages nestled together. Makena Bay House is tucked slightly back and to the left. First look through the house shows that the space is used very efficiently; you have everything you need but not a lot of extra space. Couch facing the lanai that has a wonderful view of the ocean, waves washing over the lava rocks. Very workable kitchen. Bedroom off the living area with just enough room. I like the Foodland in Kihie; we got food and drink. Get the Hamakua tomatoes. Back at the cottage, lunch and a beer in my belly, feeling better, it's time for a snorkel. Off the beach to the right of the house we head in and around the rocks. Oh, my God, is that a VW bug? No, it's a turtle! Huge! Damn, there's her bigger buddy! 6 feet long! And lots of fishies swimming around; yellow ones, blue ones (haven't a clue what kind they are). Finish the swim and it's time to rinse off in the outdoor hot-water shower. Dry on the chaise lounge chairs by the water. By now the sun is getting lower and it's obviously time to get some serious pu pu's together for cocktail hour. Blue cheese, salami, goat cheese, bread and yes, the Hamakua tomatoes sliced in half with Lawry's Salt sprinkled liberally. Bushmills and water for me, Kettle One in a stemmed wine glass (ice with 3 olives) for the bride of 25 years. I'm starting to get it. Food, dirink and the setting sun. Superb. Followed by 6 more days and nights of the same. The Wailea Gold and Emerald (resort-type) courses nearby; we played them both. Saw Warren and Annabelle in Lahaina (a highlight!) and bought a cheap Fuji underwater camera (forgot ours) at Costco to take pictures of said Turtles. Met the neighbors. Cocktails with same. Walked to Makena Beach and on to the Black sand beach further down. La Perouse Bay (get there by 7:00 a.m to beat the wind). Started to hate myself for not having the many millions of dollars necessary to buy one of the homes being built on the point above. One week is not enough time at this oasis. Yes, I really get this place now. We have been to a lot of beach vacations; this place is worth the money. If it was mine I'd never give a discount. But, damn, after tomorrow it's not mine. It's back to reality. Ugh.