When I was pregnant, it felt like a broken record hearing that I wouldn’t be able to travel as I did before or that traveling with a baby would be difficult. We decided early on that, although our travel dynamic would change, it wouldn’t stop us. So here we are, just returning from a trip we planned at the last minute. By "last minute," I mean we decided to go to Hawaii on a Thursday and were on a flight by Friday morning. A separate post about traveling with our literal bundle of joy is coming soon. This post is dedicated to the hotel we chose. Nothing seemed more perfect than taking our little prince to the “Pink Palace of the Pacific.”
