Monday, May 15, 2017: New York, New York 9:20am – I am crunched in the backseat of my parents’ station wagon, which is sitting in traffic. We are within in the LaGuardia Airport complex in Queens, New York, but still on main-ish roads and far from Departures. This place has been undergoing an enormous, perpetual … More Endless Construction and Disappearing Packets
Saturday, October 9-Sunday, October 10, 2016: London, England
6:30pm – I am flying out of London Stansted tomorrow at 7:55am. Stansted is far away. As I plan out the morning, my friend Rubén suggests that maybe I should just go to the airport tonight: To get to there on time, I need to catch the Stansted Express from Liverpool Street by around 5, and the Tube doesn’t get me from his place to Liverpool Street at that hour. He indicates that while it’s not the ideal last night in London, if I get to Stansted early enough I can find a plastic couch and use my bag as a pillow and maybe it won’t be so bad. It doesn’t sound so bad. We decide that this will be the course of action. … More Midnight Express
Sunday, April 18, 2016: Casablanca, Morocco and Paris, France
3:00am – I wake up at an AirBnb apartment on a quiet street in Casablanca. All streets in Casablanca are quiet at 3:00am.
3:10am – I exit the shower. It is not as cleansing as a hammam shower and I am out of shampoo.
3:25am – My friends and I knock on the AirBnb host’s door, which is next door, as arranged. … More Who’s Paul?
Gummies and Orange Soda 