My Airline Hate Curse
The furthest I’d been by last May 2012 was the Caribbean, so my yearning to go farther away and “feel” the air and walk the ground of places across vast oceans separating America from essentially the entire world, had become almost an ache.
There’s not much that discourages me. So I throughly planned my month-long European escape, realizing how lucky I was to do such a thing, but honestly at the same time feeling that I deserved it. London and Paris had been in my sights Read more…
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