I’m pleased to announce that we’ve made it further than last time: we are actually in the airport.
My stomach has been in knots since we arrived last night at the Hampton Hotel across from the Indianapolis Airport. This is just about as far as we made it before an earthquake, tsunami and nuclear meltdown cut short our trip to Japan.
“Kamilla, don’t turn on the TV,” said Joe while everyone else was listing off things we shouldn’t do to ensure that another natural disaster doesn’t wipe out Hawaii— our latest destination. (Because, of course, what TV channel we are watching and whether we decide to go in the hot tub has a direct impact on Oahu.)
We’re all a bit wary at this point. I don’t think any of us will actually believe we’re going to Honolulu until we feel the sand between our toes and splash in the 75 degree water.