Flying over cities at night is just so cool. I remember how aggravated I was by hanging out in the Newark airport extra long during a flight to Boston. But, after we finally took off, we made a truly amazing spiral over Manhattan. Incredible!
Heh...actually, you got off lightly. On the YYZ-DCA run, by the time you go through US customs, get a hand-search of your checked luggage, go through regular security, walk about a mile to the furthest gate in the terminal (after making a quick 5-minute stop to grab sandwiches), and get a hand-search of your carry-ons, you've spent more time in Pearson than the flight to DC.
Welcome home (two of the nicest words ever spoken to me -- by someone working the immigration control booth in Washington, D.C. in 1993, when I returned after living in Madrid for four months).
It's odd being back. When I was at the supermarket last night, I kept wanting to speak to the people there in French!
It's not just you -- or else we're weird together.
American money is weird, we'vew been telling you that for ages *g*. But wanting to speak in (and expecting to hear) the other language is perfectly normal, I found it after only being in Germany for a month and then coming back.
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It's odd being back. When I was at the supermarket last night, I kept wanting to speak to the people there in French!
It's not just you -- or else we're weird together.
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