Who said Tahiti is relaxing?
Heading to a conference in Tahiti two years ago, our flight was delayed. We arrived in LAX about 15 minutes before our flight was scheduled to leave from another terminal. Since I was traveling with my 3-year-old son, my first assumption was that we should rebook our flight. The next New Zealand Air flight was 3 days later, so we RAN. The child pulled a regular, adult-sized carry-on the whole way to the gate and I had a backpack with books and toys, and a briefcase with a laptop and more books. We elbowed, begged, and apologized our way through all sorts of lines and MADE IT to the gate! During the flight we had everything we needed — food I’d brought and very adequate airline food, our toys and a packet for little travelers from the airline, considerate flight attendants … everything seemed great. When we landed in Tahiti, however, we found that our luggage had not made the connection and would be arriving 3 days later. I had tucked an extra swimsuit into the carryon at the last min
