Eeeek!!! The week has completely gotten away from me… So:
Yay, Rigs!!!
I must confess that I, too, was intrigued by the thought of brussel sprouts muffins. But, no, Ashes, not ones based on carrot cake.
I, too, own a Mac (iBook) and think it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I wanted something that completely didn’t remind me of work where we are an all-Microsoft shop. My brother has had a PowerBook for about six months and loves it (he uses it for his business). I’ll send you more info this weekend, rigs; remind me if I don’t. It might not be til Monday (long weekend) because I am booked pretty much the whole weekend.
Also, taxi, love the dress. And, we were just talking about cruises at work yesterday. One of my friends has been on 2 Celebrity cruises already and is considering a third. I was also going to suggest Puerto Rico as a honeymoon destination. They have great beaches, old San Juan is beautiful Spanish colonial, and you can also go to a really cool tropical rainforest all within less than a 2-hour drive.
And now:
Part IV: New York-Columbus
Far less exciting than the previous. When I started to write in Paris, I was thinking that CDG was my least favorite airport. The long-distance trip within the airport was a pain, but at least the place was clean!!
I went into mild shock when we got off the plane because the way to immigration and customs was, well, just ugly. It was a kind of winding path, including dirty, narrow escalators, almost no restrooms, and just general gray depression.
Eventually, I emerged into the terminal my flight left from and went to look for my flight. Which wasn’t listed on the monitors. Even though there were later flights listed. Of course, there wasn’t an easy-to-find info desk, so I just waylaid a passing Delta employee and he gave me a choice of two gates and recommended one over the other. Fortunately, his recommendation was the right one. Found a restroom, finally. It was not pretty. JFK is the only airport I’ve been to recently where the restrooms were actually dirty. Not as gross as they could have been, I suppose, but definitely not clean. Yuck. Eventually, I decided to call Mom and inform her of my progress. She told me my cousin might be there somewhere because he was flying through New York that day. She didn’t know which airline or which airport, but I figured I’d go try to figure out where he might be since I had a couple hours to kill anyway. Of course, he was flying through LaGuardia, so I didn’t find him.
Eventually, we boarded a little bus to get to our plane and - the person sitting next to me was someone I volunteer with. Don’t know her well, but it was another one of those small-world experiences.
Got on the plane, got to Columbus, got my luggage, got home. All uneventfully.
THE END
Happy Friday!
GT