Day 233

Zero Degrees Warm


I went from this to that ↑.

When we were sufficiently over the Pacific Ocean, I starting thinking about how almost-cool it would have been if we crash landed on an island and got attacked by some strange french woman with a rifle, and had all of our babies snatched by others, then found a button to push, etc. It didn't happen, though. Maybe that's for the better. I guess.

We got to fly business class, meaning we got seats that converted into flat beds, and a "concierge" came by and shook my hand as if I was a big deal. He (a Kiwi) noticed my University of Colorado hoodie and talked to me about how one of the world's best dojos for some type of a Japanese martial arts is in Boulder, and how he visited "Lewi-ville" last year.

Small world. Airplanes have made this world very small.