I love to travel, but I hate flying. Especially with a torn muscle that makes walking next to impossible. Even more especially when American Airlines just couldn’t seem to decide which plane we were going to take off in from Dallas. Better yet, which spot in the airport. They changed our gate – twice.
After damn near 24 hours of traveling, I’m happy to be home in South Florida. But I’m no less grateful to have had an enriching experience in Vancouver
Published on September 14, 2015 13:30