It's over. The vacation is at an end and, frankly, so is our energy and capacity to enjoy much more. I think if we still had 2 more weeks to spend in Hawaii, we'd probably take a vacation from our vacation just to regain the energy and interest we'd need to go on.
The comment I'd like to make this time about vacationing with a disability is that after a while, you get to feeling that somehow your disability is related to the vacation and that when you return home your disability will be a past memory like your vacation. I was surprised to find that I needed the same assistance walking to my car from the airport terminal as I had walking from the condo.
The same goes, of course, for all the other problems, assets, interests in life. They were put on hold during the vacation or at least modified to accommodate being away from the office, the home, the club, etc. But now that you're back, nothing has really significantly changed. One or two minor problems may have gone away or been solved by someone else but the rest are still in your in box getting moldy.
On the other hand, there just may be one or two which look different now that you have seen them from 2,000 miles away. The urgency is different. My disability didn't stop the vacation, didn't even prevent me from doing most of the activities. So it won't stop me from enjoying activities here in my home community.
Our plane left shortly after noon while Revabeth and Keith's was several hours later. So we drove them to the car rental place at the airport and parted company. We took care of some final business like turning in my electric scooter and filling our car with gas. We stayed pretty close to the airport while doing some last minute shopping.
The flights (from Lihue to San Francisco and SF to Sacramento) went as expected or actually a little faster. This time I walked through the metal detector which sped up the process.
On the first flight we had meal service if you consider a dry turkey sandwich or a chicken wrap for $8 each a meal "service". Still, it was good that we did because we really didn't get a chance to eat again until we were driving home from the Sacramento airport and enjoying the peanut can in the car.
The final flight was in a small 30 passenger propeller plane which could have been miserable since we were assigned the last row in the plane. We moved up to the aisle row just ahead of us and had all the legroom in the world. /this was also the first plan during our trip that required me to board and disboard without a jetway. Again, the wheelchair pushers were friendly and helpful. We ended up tipping each between $2 and $5 with one especially helpful porter getting $10.
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