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Travel Blogs from Windsor
... caught the RER and got to Charles DeGaulle with plenty of time. I have yet to miss a flight.
Once on board the plane I was getting ready to hunker down for a nice long eight hour flight when this lady next to me begged to have her son sit next to the window. What was I going to do say? No. I mean, it was more than obvious the kid was going to have more fun sitting at the window then I ever would. It was a no brainer. The lady was ...
... calypso), reggae (from Jamaica)
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... It's like I wanted the perfectly packed back-pack. Why can't I just hit the road and figure out the details later? This morning when I woke up at 6:45 am the indecisiveness continued...as I was heading out the door I had this crazy panic about whether I should bring my lululemon jacket or not. No joke I took it on and off 5 times... I even locked my condo with it sitting on the floor, and then opened my condo back up and grabbed it. For ...
... to the airport, and it was a sad goodbye for both of us, as she stood there waving goodbye while I slowly disappeared into the throng of the crowd, and into the waiting arms of the Border Patrol folks. The security checks went well and I rapidly passed through security with nary a hitch, I just hope that I can say the same thing on my return.
I'm really going to miss her, but I believe that the time will pass quickly....
... decked out with junk! Not garbage, junk! Pretty junk. Stuffed animals, cars, polka dot houses, tampered campaign signs, and shopping carts hanging in trees. You name it, I am sure you can find it on this one street. It is a like a live hidden object puzzle. Without understanding its full purpose I cannot explain it in words without making it sound like an ugly dump. Pictures will have to suffice.