travel day – may 1
Jumped off the fast on Sunday.
Headed down to poco cosa on Monday, but they were closed because of another mexican solidarity march. I leave a note. Right before I head to the airport, Sandra from poco co shows up at the house with some salsa to go.
That helps.
Leaving for the airport, I have exactly 10 minutes to spare, if I want to make my plane on time and arrive at the very last minute allowable. I chose to vote first, just to see if I can, and still make the plane. I play these kind of games heading to the airport, always daring the plane to leave without me. Daring destiny to alter its course, but always end up making the plane even when I think I shouldn’t.
So then I end up sitting on the tarmac in a middle seat back in coach for almost 2 hours. Big winds in chicago dictate. I am thankful for the fast. I fit in between these large humans much better now.
The end.