After our exhausting day yesterday, I was again hopeful for a good night’s sleep. Nope. At 5:30 am we were both wide awake. Today we head to the airport to pick up the baby. Were we excited? Well, we left for the airport at 7:00 am to meet a flight scheduled to land at 9:10, so you be the judge.
Despite being trapped behind a truck doing 10 miles under the speed limit for the first 15 miles of the drive and getting caught in rush hour traffic entering Honolulu, we were parked and walking to the terminal by 8:00. Honolulu is kind of an odd airport, with the exception of areas beyond the TSA checkpoints, most of it is pretty open to the outside. So there’s no really comfortable places to wait.
So we walked around a bit to get our bearings, sat for a while in the sweltering heat drinking water (my husband) and coffee (me) and finally went to perch near the exit from customs a little after 9:00. HNL kindly provided large wooden blocks as seating (not kidding). I guess they don’t want to encourage people hanging around.
The flight landed on time (yeah!) but by the time my husband’s sister walked out the door it was 10:00. Now we can get this party started. It poured during a good part of our drive back to the house, but had receded to a light drizzle by the time we were unloading the car. The weather and everyone’s exhaustion kept the day’s agenda pretty undemanding. We managed a run to the grocery store in between downpours and there was quite a bit of quality play time before and after dinner. How she had the energy after a 10 hour flight…
The rain stopped just before sunset, so we had the opportunity to play “jump in the (wet) grass, followed up with a little walk to the ocean’s edge to let the surf splash our feet. And her dress. And her diaper. It’s a good thing we followed that up with bath time. I crawled into bed before 10:00, blissfully wiped out.