When the hustle, bustle, and terrible weather of California gets too much, there's no choice but to escape to Hawaii. It seems that half of Haas agrees, and this morning we jetted in to Honolulu to join the Spring Break crowd.
Now here we are, checked into our almost beach-side hostel. I was a little worried about being the oldest people here. "Don't you remember when we were hosteling in New Zealand?" Hannah asked. "There were some grey-haired people there." "Hannah," I replied, "we're the grey-haired people now."
Anyway, we've signed up for tonight's pizza party in an attempt to recapture our youth. Now it's time to slap on the sun cream (and the English cricket hat) and find a surf board.
Hawaiian Airways - "you're not our passenger, you're our guest." And the food was free!
My new office.
