This first post will focus on our travels to and from the island. Wowzies.
|I am a bad flyer. Always have been. We take our children's beloved toys with us as good luck. So, here we are, posing on the flight from Charlotte to Salt Lake City with Mickey, Bob, Boba, and Stormtrooper. Yeah, we're weird.|
|Salt Lake City! This is one of the most beautiful airports I have ever visited. I have made a note to actually spend some time in the city someday. Mountainous. Gorgeous.|
|Pretty sure this is us on the flight from Salt Lake City to Honolulu. Remember, I am a bad flyer, hence the crazed eyes. There were current movies and drinks and some sleeping and it wasn't too bad!|
|Everything on the trip out was smooth and perfect and this is us hanging loose in the Honolulu airport, |
ready for a week of fun and relaxation.
|Had to get a photo of our 4 good luck charms at the airport, while we awaited our hotel bus.|
|Now, we fast-forward to the melancholy last day, when we threw our leis into the sea (in the hopes they would drift back, which would mean we would one day return to the island). It all started out smoothly.|
|We had fresh pineapple to take back. No checked baggage fee. Winning!|
THIS is where is gets weird.
Our group, one of three, was the Papaya group. Jon was in charge of getting us where we needed to go. We were originally scheduled for 3 return flights (I wasn't happy, but hey.... perks....) from Honolulu to LAX then to Minneapolis then to Charlotte, where a bus would then bring us south to Columbia.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
We left 2 hours earlier than the other groups, to learn our 1st flight was delayed. After a LOT of time in the Honolulu airport, Jon and the awesome travel company arranged a flight to Seattle instead. Fine.
We then sat on the plane for 2 hours while they fixed a fuel pump issue. This does not make the bad flyer happy. We might die, and also, we will definitely miss our connection.
We got to Seattle and learned there would be THREE more flights: Seattle to Salt Lake City, Salt Lake City to Atlanta, and then Atlanta to Columbia.
It was a mess. We spent the night in the Seattle airport, which really wasn't much, anyway, since we were losing 6 hours.....
Jon was an amazing leader throughout it all and I was, as I always am, proud to be associated with him.
|Here's the super sweet Papaya group, who endured over 30 hours of travel. Thanks, Delta, and spring break. Also, I spent about $1 million on that lovely Seattle sweatshirt because the Seattle airport was inhumanely COLD.|
|Us on the LAST FLIGHT from ATL to CAE! I was on 6 planes during this trip (ridiculous!!!) and didn't die. |
That's TWELVE take-offs and landings, by the way. I know you did the math. It is insane.
Stay tuned for chapter 2 of 7: Running on the island......