I love flying. I don’t know what it is, but I love being forced to sit by strangers in tight quarters, watching the world disappear beneath me. I love getting coke in undersized glasses and being free to sit and read what I want to read, and not feel like I need to be somewhere or do something. And I especially love getting on to the plane in one place, and getting off somewhere else. It’s a surreal experience.
We left from CBC at about 8 AM this morning, PST, and flew out of Seatac at 12:30. We had a layover in Houston for a couple hours, and enjoyed Crawfish and fries in a small resturant in the Houston Airport, and then had a short hop (45 minutes) over to New Orleans.
And now we are here, 11:32 PM local time, in an amazingly beautiful and creepy MDS headquarters. It was once an orphanage for the African-American community at one point.
This building is amazing, and I’m looking forward to taking some photos.
Wakeup time is 6:00, and now it is time to sleep.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
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