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It's over, and I'm back. *falls over*
The journey back went very smoothly, and our first two planes were actually faster than planned because of favourable winds. Unfortunately, the Taipei - NY one was a Boeing 747-400, so we didn't have our own personal tv screens. The food was also not as good as what we had on our way to Vietnam.
We arrived at JFK Airport on time, but it was after 11 by the time we were finally in our hotel room. We ordered some food from room service, because we were starving, and I discovered that what *they* call clam chowder is not what *I* call clam chowder. They served me soup.
When we finished eating, I took a shower, and was in there for a good ten minutes because of the piddling little flow. When I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock at the door and called out, "M-P, there's someone at the door!"
"I know," she answered, "it's me!"
While putting our tray out in the hall, she'd managed to lock herself out of the room, and I hadn't heard her knocking because of the shower.
The next morning (yesterday), we parted ways, M-P going to meet up with Patrick and I back to the airport. My flight to Montreal went smoothly, and before I knew it I was in my Punkie's arms again and finding it really strange to be back in Canada.
I put on a little fashion show last night (for a very appreciative audience!), and still can't get over the fact that I managed to cram all those clothes into my backpack. I must have found another dimension in it, or something. Now I just need to do the same in my closet!
I didn't sleep much at all these past two days, jet-lag being what it is, and my stomach is currently telling me that it wants supper, even though I had breakfast at 6. Yes, I was wide awake at 4, nothing I could do about it.
I think I'm going to go make myself some Kraft Dinner.
The journey back went very smoothly, and our first two planes were actually faster than planned because of favourable winds. Unfortunately, the Taipei - NY one was a Boeing 747-400, so we didn't have our own personal tv screens. The food was also not as good as what we had on our way to Vietnam.
We arrived at JFK Airport on time, but it was after 11 by the time we were finally in our hotel room. We ordered some food from room service, because we were starving, and I discovered that what *they* call clam chowder is not what *I* call clam chowder. They served me soup.
When we finished eating, I took a shower, and was in there for a good ten minutes because of the piddling little flow. When I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock at the door and called out, "M-P, there's someone at the door!"
"I know," she answered, "it's me!"
While putting our tray out in the hall, she'd managed to lock herself out of the room, and I hadn't heard her knocking because of the shower.
The next morning (yesterday), we parted ways, M-P going to meet up with Patrick and I back to the airport. My flight to Montreal went smoothly, and before I knew it I was in my Punkie's arms again and finding it really strange to be back in Canada.
I put on a little fashion show last night (for a very appreciative audience!), and still can't get over the fact that I managed to cram all those clothes into my backpack. I must have found another dimension in it, or something. Now I just need to do the same in my closet!
I didn't sleep much at all these past two days, jet-lag being what it is, and my stomach is currently telling me that it wants supper, even though I had breakfast at 6. Yes, I was wide awake at 4, nothing I could do about it.
I think I'm going to go make myself some Kraft Dinner.
