Leaving this palm tree behind. There are far, far greater palm trees ahead.
If I knew then how bad the coffee would be on the plane, I would have gotten a refill.
Also, mani. Once you shellac, you never go back.
SF was a LITTLE fogged in.
Sutro Tower popped up to bid me adieu.
Time to kill.
Passion iced tea in paradise.
And souvenir shopping already.
Then these two arrived.
My dad texted saying, "look for the two people dressed like ground crew".
He could not be more right.
I surprised them with leis!
My dad takes his bike to Hawaii every time. This is it's suitcase.
The amount and variety of stickers should qualify him as Kama'aina.
This is how we rented a car.
At a kiosk.
Video chatting with Demitria in OKC.
Ground crew was sad this was not our rental.
I kinda was too.
Warning: Food pic!
We headed to Da Kitchen in Kahului, a local hot spot for plate lunch special, Kalua Pork.
So good. And so much food.
And finally, I'm "home".
At least for the week.
PS That was 11, whoops.