The past three days have been torture, haven’t they? You could barely drag yourself out of bed because you knew you wouldn’t have a new blog post to read, right? Curtail your sadness: we are back to tell you about our week in Maui.
Where we left off: as we were going through Customs in the Sydney airport, the following exchange actually occurred. An Aussie couple in their fifties was at the customs booth next to us, and the agent asked them where they were going. The extremely bright woman said, “Hawaii—is that the country?” The agent was absolutely gobsmacked and said, “No, ma’am. Hawaii is not a country. It is part of the United States.” This clueless woman went about her merry way. We did not necessarily expect this lady to know that the Hawaiian islands comprise a state (can you name all the Aussie states?), but how does one not know what COUNTRY they are visiting?
The nine-and-a-half hour flight from Sydney to Honolulu surprisingly flew by, and we shockingly slept for a good period of time. The early morning layover in Honolulu wasn’t as bad as expected, and soon we had landed in beautiful Maui.
Why Maui on the way home, you ask? Well, it was actually cheaper to fly through Hawaii on the way home from Australia, and we are quite lucky that Hanna’s grandparents have a condo in Maui. Grandpa Joe, Grandma Joann, and Aunt Sherry spend the winters there, so we were happy to pop over for a week’s visit before real life starts again.
We leave you with a few pictures: