Bye-bye

We flew into Kona Airport on Delta from Seattle.

After seven satisfying days for my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth, fantastic significant George Three and I for the second edition of the family reunion, out we had to go.

This time Hawaiian Airlines would take us to our first connection, a short jump to Honolulu and than a nine-plus hour Delta excursion to Atlanta.

Local flavor.

Hawaii is.

Even at the open-air airport.

I will always remember.

Twenty-four blog post from seven days.

Bye, Hawaii.

I hope you, too, appreciated the visit.