in Brooklyn
There are so many pictures, so many words that I just can’t get posted right now.
I’m exhausted. My flight was cancelled. I’ve somehow lost my driver’s license.
I’m in Jersey at a hotel near the airport. Scheduled time of departure for the new flight is a ghastly 6 am.
Last night I reconnected with my traveling-abroad friend from Switzerland and her husband. The evening was filled with wine, cheese, chocolate, fruit, home cooked pasta and a bevy of books, paintings, music and photos.
A feast for the noggin and tastebuds.
Nine years have passed and she was just as fun to hang out with as before – with the added glow of having a partner in crime.
There’s more stories, but again, I’m tuckered and fretting about the extra time I’ll need to prove who I am to airport security tomorrow.
Oh, perhaps your license is with my Tshirt. It seems to have been swallowed by the apartment gods. The irony being that shirt I wore I purchased on Friday night, as a memento of Tomoe, my favourite sushi place in Manhattan. Luckily, I still have the white one I purchased all those year ago when I first went.
I am *deadfully* sorry your flight got cancelled. I know how much you were looking forward to sleeping in your own bed.
My best to you, my friend!