Based on the number of ukuleles in this airport I suspect we’re in Hawaii.
At least it’s an easy connection… Get off the 777, wait 2 hours, get back on.
Intentionally Unexpected
Based on the number of ukuleles in this airport I suspect we’re in Hawaii.
At least it’s an easy connection… Get off the 777, wait 2 hours, get back on.
On the move…
Hey, this looks familiar.
Everyone in texas complains when the sky looks like this, but I love it!
Was interesting to be back in Portland for the afternoon. At one point we were walking through the name neighborhood we lived in for 10 years and I had realized that I wouldn’t choose to live there now. It’s changed so much, and not for the better in many ways…
Anyway, we got 5 hours of sleep, and then on the road again!
And now, having slept for 5 hours, and been up for 6.5 hours, the goal is to sleep for 5 hours. We’ll see if it works.
See you wherever we wake up!
Stay tuned for updates and we’ll see where we end up!
Where in the world are Josh and Bev?
Bevin, upon landing: well that was a little rough.
Me: well, it’s a small airport, we used the whole runway.
Bevin looking out the window as we turn off the runway, already at the far end: ah.. Wow. I forgive them then.
Let’s see where we end up!
Apparently I forgot to actually press publish on this one on Sunday. Whoops. Better late than never!
Off to unpacking and laundry.
At the airport ready to head home, but apparently vacation isn’t over yet, Bevin needed her Portland breakfast sandwich and a coffee!
Where we have room to PUT these things, considering yesterday’s caloric input. Bamboo Sushi has, hands down, the best burger in Portland. Also great sushi. And then there was Dot Sugar.
Back on the exercise bike ASAP when we get home I think. But for now, once more unto the skies dear friends, once more!
Been up for going on 36 hours now, minus about 3 hours of napping according to my watch. Just…. Another… 45 minutes… Until… Sleep….
Not all of us made it though.
Time zones and red-eye flights suck. But we should be back on schedule by tomorrow.
One thing that’s striking about flying over St. Helens after Kilauea is how small St. Helens seems. An odd feeling!
I wonder if we’ll survive today without naps.