A few days ago I received an email from Travaasa Hana anticipating my upcoming arriving and dropping one piece of information on me.
There is no internet anywhere in the resort
except for the lobby.
This is a very good thing to know in advance for someone addicted to the internet. Someone like me. But with my mother arriving only a few days ago I had already been minimizing my time online, cutting way back by only checking email 10 times a day instead of every 5 minutes.
I know I have a problem.
But I also know I can beat it. In Peru I hung out with the Hare Krishna for nine days and wasn’t online once. I have felt the immediate, panicky withdrawal symptoms. I know they will go away. I know that life will go on if I am not on Facebook.
It’s hard but it’s not so bad when you are in Maui.
And after landing in Travaasa I realized the no internet thing really fit the vibe you get there. Hana is not like the other side of the island, it is a lush, rainforest and incredibly small. There are no big resorts or tourist restaurants. Travaasa is the biggest resort but it’s been owned for generations and has changed very little. It’s a throwback to another time and feels like I should be in Dirty Dancing with the little cottages and activity sheets for the next day.
You can bet I was looking out for my Patrick Swayze.
So there was no Patrick Swayze but I did find something else. The joy of having nothing to do.
The sun woke us up at 6am in plenty of time for our 7am yoga class.
We ate breakfast on our patio looking out onto the ocean.
We walked into town to find a fruit stand so we could get snacks and breakfast for the next day.
We took a green juicing class from our yoga teacher Ruth, drinking each vegetable raw and then combining it with fruit to see what we would actually stomach at home.
We spent the afternoon reading, not interrupted by the beeping of iPhones or wondering if someone had emailed us. To break things up we went to the Travaasa spa for a massage.
We had a great dinner at the Hana Travaasa restaurant where my mother wondered how I would make this diver scallop dish. It was amazing but even I couldn’t dissect the ingredients.
We read some more and then went to bed knowing we’d be up with the sun again.
I had a lot of time to do nothing but think, write in my journal and think some more. After a few days of this I didn’t miss being online and really liked the lack of connectedness I had to the world. It made me realize, exactly what I learned last time with the Hare Krishna.
My addiction to the internet burns me out and drains my creativity.
But have no fear, I’m not announcing the end of Bacon is Magic but I am making the decision not to work on weekends. I figure people get a break from their jobs on the weekends so I will not be working on the blog. I’d love to say I go completely Internet-free but let’s start with baby steps.