Yeh, the heat's died down so they're letting me return home today.
Sitting in the world's prettiest crappy airport, waiting for my ride back to the US of A. Been up since 3:00 AM, no coffee yet, half-asleep and questions are rattling in my head...why are there fewer seats in the departure lounge than there are on the plane? Why is ALL foot traffic routed through the perfume store? And what's the deal with perfume sales at airports, anyway? It's the
last thing on my mind. Why did security want to examine my shoes today, but didn't care about them on Monday? What would they have done if I'd answered "yes" to the question "have you been to a farm?". I drove past one, I think. I returned the rental car with 3/4 of a tank...now how will I know if they've ripped me off for the gas charges? What
is the price of gas here, anyway? I have no idea.
All will be clear after a nice nap and some pretzels.