I am sitting in Airport Munich, waiting for my departure info to pop up on the monitor. Since I'm just in Geneva for the weekend, I opted to bring a small carry-on duffel instead of check a small suitcase. This has limited my mobility somewhat.
In other news, the airport in Wrocław (AKA Mikołaj Kopernik airport) is two hours away from my town, and my flight was at 0715, so I (and my host/volunteer chauffeur) woke before 0300 in order to arrive in a timely fashion. I have been awake for more than six hours. WHAT. And for some reason, I can never sleep on planes, so I spent the flight from Poland to Germany staring at the European Wall Street Journal, trying to understand corporate news via osmosis.
While waiting in line at the duty-free shop, I listened to an American woman express surprise that the cashier expected her to have her boarding pass on hand. "I didn't think I'd need a ticket just to buy a Sprite," she exclaimed. Which...what? I mean, for the purchase, perhaps I understand her confusion, but isn't always having your boarding pass while in an airport standard procedure nowadays? Strange.
I packed two boxes of chocolate and a lamb made out of sugar, as a gift to my cousins/hosts in Geneva. I am fully aware of the irony in bringing chocolate to Switzerland, but I take comfort in knowing the lamb was manufactured in Poland.
NEED MOAR COFFEE.
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