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Couch Surfing Saves the Day!
Only eight days to go--I can hardly believe it!
I visited REI last week and returned my first hiking backpack, one that I had bought a few years ago without a particular trip in mind, and have used with oscillating degrees of relish and frustration. In August, Josh and I had were given adequate [matching] backpacks as wedding gifts, so the necessity of pretending my first backpack fit-the-bill was no longer ...
The Gate
... had a brief connection while joking about how bad United Airlines is. Short chuckles were audible from the man. I did not get a name and I think he thought I was checking out his wife which I was so I moved to the other side of the gate. I did not see the man again.
I also spilled a cup of coffee on myself while waiting to board.
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Vermisstenmeldung...
... ist der durchschnittliche Bostonianer am Frühstücksbuffet anzutreffen. Um seinen Flüssigkeitshaushalt zu decken, nimmt er sich für gewöhnlich einen großen Plastikbecher, den er dann bis zum Rand mit Crushed Ice zuschüttet. Die Eiszwischenräume werden dann mit einem Jahrgangssoftdrink jeglicher Geschmacksrichtung gefüllt. Je mehr Zucker, desto besser.
Die Vorspeise bildet dann eine runde Waffel (20 ...
Pre-Trip Craziness!
... I ran to my locker, grabbed my phone, turned it on, and hid out in the bathroom, hoping to God I got service. I did, and I hurriedly told Mom the situation and gave her all the info needed to sign up. I hung up and went to lunch, not knowing if I was actually registered or not. But Mr. Ryan found me later and shook my hand and told me congratulations and that he was looking forward to going to Europe with me! That was such a relief and ...
Bostoniens, bostoniennes, me voilà !!
... toujours une grosse marge. Une fois dans l’avion, la porte de la cabine semble ne pas vouloir se fermer, faut appeler le mécano. On finit par décoller avec une heure de retard, avec soulagement mais en espérant que la porte fasse son office…
Finalement la porte a tenu bon, merci au mécano ! A l’arrivée à JFK, petit coup de chance, la queue à l’immigration est minuscule. Ma hantise de rater ...


