THE ONLY THINGS THAT HONOLULU AND HOUSTON have in common are “h” and “o”—they don't even wear masks in Texas! Yet here we are after ten hours of flying through five time zones with a six-hour layover spent trying to sleep on the floor of LAX. Both of our United flights were full and neither provided anything resembling the service of days-gone-by—nothing gratis at least. Welcome to the friendly skies!
What passes for food in Coach
Much like Blanche DuBoise, we “have always relied on the kindness of strangers.” Here in Houston it's the kindness of friends. And relatives, even if a bit removed.
At home with Sam and Gordana
Laura and us—Greg is behind the camera
Ashleigh, Juan and Bubba
We spent a few nights with Greg and Laura whom we met on our first cruise back in 2011—the one that started these journals as it happens. Gordana and Sam, also from the cruise, are feeding us as only Gordana can and former “niece-in-law” Ashleigh and Juan are treating us to a Tex-Mex feast at their house.