Before we left on our trip, a friend of mine told me that her favourite part about any holiday is being on the plane, heading towards the destination, because at that point the trip is just beginning and all the fun is ahead of you. I agreed with the sentiment, but I can’t say the flight is my favourite part. Even though flying requires almost no effort on my part, I always board the aircraft looking fresh, with lipgloss and brushed hair, and exit the aircraft looking like I’ve been on a bender: raccoon eyes, unkempt and partially flattened hair, sweaty, crazed expression on face. Why is that?
Before:
What a nightmare with customs. I’m happy we didn’t have to deal with any of that for our flight to Kauai but then again we live in the US. I’m sure if I ever travel international I’ll have to deal with that.
I f*cking hate customs. HATE.
I worked in Detroit thus I had to cross the border and deal with those rays of souless sunshine every single day.
Ugh.
At least you looked pretty.
Glad I didn’t have to put up with standing in line and hearing people complain, but that last picture there? With you in summer clothes, in the warm sunshine, and with the palm trees in the background? I’ll bet that was entirely worth the trouble it took to get to Hawaii.
I’m replying to this comment instead of leaving my own comment because..there wasn’t the option to leave my own comment? Is it one of those days? I hope not. It’s friday now.
Anyway I had to tell you how hard I laughed at the before and after photos. Like, seriously laughed. Thank you.
Reading about your airport wait made my blood pressure rise so I admit I just went back and looked at the photos again. Ahahahahahahaha.
The only part of our trip to Hawaii in June that I’m dreading is the airport process with two kids – one of whom is only 2. The 9 YO will be fine, but if there is a two hour waiting in line delay the 2 YO might just kill us all. Flying internationally will not be attempted with youngest for several more years because I am a wimp that way.
I dread the next time we fly–now with FOUR kids. And I used to like travel….
Flying, for me, is the worst part of the trip. For one thing, I’m mildly claustrophobic but it’s getting worse as I get older and the longer on the plane. This means that I’m relatively sane flying to Calgary, sort of jittery to LA, have bitten off all my nails to NYC, and ready to pull out my air to London. Add a couple of kids and a husband who doesn’t want to “deal with it” and I’m pretty much a mess.
Hawaii, however, sounds awesome and I do believe that I am one of the very few west coasters who hasn’t been yet. I have plans for 2013!