It was 25 hours ago that I began the journey home from Paris…could have flown back by way of Bangkok by now, I think. But then I technically would have not made it all the way around the world, which would ruin all the fun, right?
I’m at San Francisco airport, waiting for the last leg on the journey. The flight is oversold and there are delays, but I have a seat and they appear to be boarding…and a strict warning about one small carry-on. Oops.