After having spent a shortened weekend in Miami, it was time to fly Northly to visit the corporate office for a few days. I figure since said airline had trouble getting us into the country on time, negotiating the domestic airwaves would be like, well, pretty much like any other man-made disaster.
Like the Black Hole that is O’Hare, it swallowed up my luggage and tenderly allowed me to visit the corporate peoples in my Sunday-South Florida-Attire. Open-toed sandals and all.
Not that this was any reason to take a few weeks off for holiday, but I’m French now. And that entitles me to 7 weeks of paid time away from the stress of living here. You might know that as “vacation,” or “the two weeks a year where you can get your errands done.”
Yes, the family has come and gone. So as soon as I have the energy to put pants on, I’ll share with you some memories. Italian style. Tales of which include an anticipated record number of speeding tickets, The Grand Canal, and a precious, aging Granny who proceeded to wash dishes with Windex and grill her tea cup.
Like the Black Hole that is O’Hare, it swallowed up my luggage and tenderly allowed me to visit the corporate peoples in my Sunday-South Florida-Attire. Open-toed sandals and all.
Not that this was any reason to take a few weeks off for holiday, but I’m French now. And that entitles me to 7 weeks of paid time away from the stress of living here. You might know that as “vacation,” or “the two weeks a year where you can get your errands done.”
Yes, the family has come and gone. So as soon as I have the energy to put pants on, I’ll share with you some memories. Italian style. Tales of which include an anticipated record number of speeding tickets, The Grand Canal, and a precious, aging Granny who proceeded to wash dishes with Windex and grill her tea cup.
