Trip typically horrible. Both my
tapenade and my St. Nectaire were stolen by the hyper-paranoid
security guard, who informed me that it wasn't just liquids
and gels that had to be confined to under 100mL, but “mushy/soft
pastes” as well. Apparently almost all types of cheese (except for
“tome” and “gruyere,” she explains) fall into this category.
It goes without saying that ground-up bits of olives do too. I think
I must be tired because as she explained this to me I started to get
all teary-eyed and choked up, and I felt like punching something.
I tried to spend
the duration of the trip “businessman style.” I always thought it
would be cool to sit down in the plane and not move until the plane
touched down. No entertainment of any kind except for
people-watching, reading newspapers over strangers' shoulders, and
thinking. After a mild hour and a half of this, I realized it's
really not all it's cracked up to be.
After
a Caffe Nero panini for lunch (man, bread is just such a wonderful
food/tastes so good), I'm currently waiting at the bus station to
meet up with my friend to take the bus to Oxford. It's so strange to
think that I've been in this exact place three months ago, with no
idea what it was like where I was going/what I had gotten myself
into. Sitting here people-watching all the foreigners, I can't help
but smile about how much less foreign I
feel here compared to back then.
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