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.
One response to “A couch”
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!