If this is Sunday...

I must be in BC.

What a week! Five airports in six days. Nothing like being trapped in a tin can of re-circulated air with sniffling and sneezing and, well, stuff going on. Over 15 hours this week has been spent in airplanes, and I'm fairly certain that I've come into contact with thousands of germs, some of them exotic in nature no doubt, with no known cure, and becoming deathly ill is likely imminent.

I'll have more on my trip once I'm done fighting the germs.

For now, I have to go to a wedding....

Ciao!