Whenever our family travels we don’t have the best luck with flights. It’s probably because our flights usually involve connections, which is just asking for trouble. Unfortunately there are no direct flights from Toronto to Hawaii so we had to stop once on the west coast.
The flight from Toronto to Hawaii was not the worse travel experience our family has had, we still had a lot of hiccups to get to the sunny land of palm trees and pineapples. Our worse experience was a flight to Yukon in the winter which involved a cancelled flight and overnight inside the airport.
Although this wasn’t nearly as terrible as our flight to Yukon, we still somehow ended up with a delayed flight which lead to a missed connection and misplaced luggage. Dealing with United was as painful as not having luggage, it was unfortunate that they did a poor job handing our bags and concerns. We were all without luggage for but we were in Hawaii which was both a joy and relief.
Our misplaced luggage didn’t stop us from surfing the first morning in Hawaii (thankfully my sister and I had bathing suits on our carry-on). We have been surfing with Roy, our instructor/friend/mentor, for over 6 years, since I was 15 and my sister 13. He has literally seen us grow each year we’re in Hawaii. I’m thankful for the many lessons he’s taught us about surfing, waves, ocean, and life. No one embodies the Hawaiian-friendly-aloha sprit quite like he does!
Our luggage eventually found it’s way to Hawaii and it was nice, really nice to have clothes to change into. At the end of the day, there is no better way to enjoy Hawaii then to just watch the ocean. I’m always in awe of its beauty. Like mountains, I realize how small and insignificant I am when compared to the grandness of creation.