Memoirs of an unfortunate traveler.

…Actually, make that title read “…a very unfortunate traveler.” Things went so smooth up to the part where I reached the gate for my flight from Florida to Newark. A delayed flight that did a little more than make me late for my flight from Newark to London. I unsuccessfully attempted to recover from a cold, but sleeping on an airport floor is not exactly medicinal. Something about traffic control I could hardly understand… “It’s not the airline’s fault,” they told me once I reached Newark. I looked around and felt pity for the few tired faces that surrounded me. “So, why … Continue reading Memoirs of an unfortunate traveler.