Travel Journal #2
Secong leg of the trip. I am somewhere over Vermont. Everyone around me is asleep. I probably will be soon.
It has been interesting watching people. Emma and Bill from the previous flight; quirky and naive. An airport restaurant that serves Dom Perignon, but only gives out plastic silverware. It must be strange to wait tables at an airport.
My newest game is trying to figure out who is American and who is French. The French seem to have an odd cynical joviality, while the Americans just looked pissed and bewildered. My French is awful. I'm just as bad as the rest of them, except I'm not talking.
I opened my card to escape the interminable abominable movie. I almost cried. Again. I am clearly bewildered, but not just because of my language. I can't even communicate in my own. It will be late morning when I land. I'd better study up.
It has been interesting watching people. Emma and Bill from the previous flight; quirky and naive. An airport restaurant that serves Dom Perignon, but only gives out plastic silverware. It must be strange to wait tables at an airport.
My newest game is trying to figure out who is American and who is French. The French seem to have an odd cynical joviality, while the Americans just looked pissed and bewildered. My French is awful. I'm just as bad as the rest of them, except I'm not talking.
I opened my card to escape the interminable abominable movie. I almost cried. Again. I am clearly bewildered, but not just because of my language. I can't even communicate in my own. It will be late morning when I land. I'd better study up.
posted by Ocean | 8:07 PM
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