(or how I kill time with a 3 hour layover)
08.08.2009 17 °C
One thing I do not miss about Europe is getting there. Our flight departed the U.S. at 5:45 PM (really 6:30) on 8-8-09 and landed in Paris at 7:30 AM on 8-9-09. For those of you keeping track at home that’s 1:30 AM Eastern Time and 6:30 AM in Ireland. This disparity can really only be characterized one way: blowing chunks. It might not be so bad if sleep was possible on the flight, but when you are in a row with four other people, including “Tex” (“that’s not really my name just what I call myself”) the 4 year old Dutch-boy sitting next to you talking about anything that happens to come to mind, and are fighting off a cold – sleep really isn’t that possible. Instead, you just close your eyes for 4-6 straight hours and vow to truly appreciate legroom the next time you have it.
Despite this, I cannot help but be excited. I cannot believe how long it has been since I was last in Europe. Many of you probably followed my last blog, which detailed my time living in Spain and traveling through Europe. It’s been four long years since then and in the meantime I’ve lived in Manhattan for two years and queens for another two, worked as a paralegal at the Manhattan DA’s office, gone to law school, interned for a then-Second Circuit Judge (Congrats to Justice Sotomayor) and worked as a summer associate at a large law firm in Manhattan (Big D&P shoutout). But the details of my European adventure remain as fresh in my mind as though it were yesterday. I cannot say I vow to live by the rules I set out after my journey as I’m not going at it solo this time (I do, however, pledge not to shave), but I promise to be as open-minded to my forthcoming experience as I was then.
After all, another adventure is just beginning.