Netherlands Day 1: Newark it from orbit.
...It’s the only way to be sure.
Thanks to, apparently, a hurricane and a few other weather systems churning their way up the East Coast, my flight from Boston to Newark and thence to Amsterdam was delayed for three hours, leading to my inevitable rebooking on a later (direct, thankfully) flight that will get me in on Monday. This is either the best or the worst excuse I’ve ever used for being late for class.
And Newark, man. Newark needs to die. It’s responsible for two of my three worst travel days. France was responsible for the other one. The combination of Newark and Europe is goes out the other side of awful into uncharted regions of awfulness, a wormhole into the Gamma quadrant of awful, full of strange and awful new life forms, some of which must rest in goo-buckets for one hour in every sixteen.
Yes, I’m really very tired.