Everything went extremely smooth today: gave back the keys to my landlord, got a cab to Charles de Gaulle airport, flew to Reykjavík, and from there to DC. These were the tickets that we bought when we were not sure what will our plans be. Once we figured I should start my road trip in Boston I called Iceland Air, and they were willing to change my flight for over $700, so I preferred landing in DC, as planed, and fly for there to Boston.
In the airport in DC I met Julia’s sister, who took from me one of my big bags and the guitar, to keep it from breaking and to lower my expenses. Then, waiting for my last flight to Boston, I had dinner. O.K, I had Wendy’s. I love Wendy’s, but coming from Paris, it reminded me how shitty American food is. As if that wasn’t enough, I got some coffee on the flight. American coffee. I thought I wouldn’t miss Paris at all - well, I already do, a little.
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