
I’m going to be stepping away from the blog for the Thanksgiving break, starting tomorrow. I’ll be traveling, and things will be pretty spotty in terms of down time over the next while. (Well, sort of. I mean, I’ll have tons of down time on the plane on Saturday, but I’m not really in a headspace to blog when I’m on a plane.)
Where am I going?
Off to Hawaii, actually. (Tough life, I know.) I’ve been once before, back when I was 18. I went to Oahu and Kauai back then. This time it’s going to be Maui, so that should be exciting. What am I doing? That’s the best part. I have no idea. My sister’s planned the whole thing, because she’s awesome like that. Hawaii’s her favorite place, and she’s been there many times, so I just said I’d do whatever she said was a good thing to do. I haven’t done any internet searches about restaurants or places to visit or anything at all.
Getting there will be the trick. I’m flying out of Montreal, since the Canadian prices were a steal compared to American prices. (That whole “Thanksgiving in America happens at a different time than Thanksgiving in Canada.) That’ll be a 4.5 hour drive tomorrow. Then it’s a hotel stay (so we don’t have to pay to park the car), followed by a 6.5 hour flight to Vancouver, a 7.5 hour layover, and then a 6.5 hour flight to Maui. So . . . that’ll be a lot, and I’m far from looking forward to it.
Once I’m through with Saturday, though . . . then things should be great.
I hope you all have a lovely break as well, and I’ll catch up when I’m home!
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