It’s 11:50PM where my plane took off from and 8:50AM where my plane will land in a few hours. I’ve got a poor man’s first class seat—an economy class seat with the no one sitting in either of the other two seats next to me. I should probably be adjusting to U.S. time by now but I can’t help but take advantage of the free-flowing wine. “I’ll have another red, please.” [Read more…]
Code Blue… Jeans, That Is
I approach the front desk of the hotel I’m checking into. I’m fumbling to grab everything I need. Not understanding why, I feel that same tension most people feel when standing in line at airport security. Passport in my right hand, bags in my left, and a nervous grin on my face, I ask to check in. [Read more…]
