First of all, what are we even doing here? Anna’s dad had been sitting on a timeshare for years, and he finally concluded that he was never going to use it. So he offered it to us, and we thought, great, Hawaii. Anna’s been before, but I haven’t been anywhere remotely tropical, much less here. So we decided to use up the last of Anna’s frequent flier miles from her former life working for international NGOs, and here we are.
We flew out of Boston because there weren’t any mileage flights available from NYC. Besides, it was a chance to see my cousin Jen and meet her new baby. We spent a jolly night, and the next morning Jen took us to Logan. We landed in Kona after our twelve hours of plane and airport time. Kona doesn’t have jetways; we walked down stairs to the tarmac. It’s been a while since I did that, it made me feel like one of the Beatles. Kona’s airport is open-air, with a roof but no walls. It was nice waiting for our luggage at the baggage claim in a gentle tropical breeze.