I went to New Orleans and had catfish and pecan pie, Met a Scottish couple who were Brexiters. Fuck that.
My foot got atrociously swollen.
My airbnb host was from Israel.
Went to Long Island and had the storm from hell descend on us.
My husband wonders why he doesn’t travel with me more often.
Waving at Jim Fitzgerald from Long Island—-those whiskey sours were A1.
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I forgot to say that we came home to two dead rats.
Also and too, A car overturned on the sidewalk in Brooklyn. Just yards from us.
Whoa! Sounds like another adventure. Hope you didn’t have to experience the US medical system.
I nearly did. My feet were like balloons. I think we were in the air for 15 hours. We circled Atlanta for a long time and then ended up refueling in Knoxville, Tennesse and then landed in Atlanta and had to wait for a gate to become free. I was grrrrrr. I thought I was going to die on that plane.
We wandered into Bed-Sty. Mike Tyson land. Holy shit.
CC wants me to go to Bordeaux in October. I said feck you…..tell me the dates again.
I do realise that I’m talking to myself but I quite enjoy it.
I’m listening 😃
(support socks – do not fly without them)
I wore them.
Also (too) Walk up and down in place 100 times every 30 minutes, full ankle stretch.
I’m checking in, as well. No 4 day weekend for this worker of the world. You are my lunch hour sanity.