I’m on an island – Oahu, Hawaii!!!
As I step out of the plane, I can feel the cool breeze lifting my hair and the sun kissing my Chicago pale, winter skin. I can sense a different type of life here or maybe it’s because I was delirious for being trapped in a 9-hour flight. United Airline ONLY provided beverages! You have to pay for the food. They didn’t even give us the stale pretzels or the highly coveted honey-roasted peanuts. I swear I’ll try by best to avoid all United Airline flights from now on, but… how can I stay mad when the destination is paradise?! Continue reading “The Last Taste of America”