Origin of the Christmas
Despite having lived in many parts of the US I'm pretty accustomed to saying that when I think of the holidays I generally think, cool/cold weather, good warm foods, fires, sweaters and maybe an occasional white Christmas. So I'm expecting this year to be a bit of a shock, as I will be spending it smack on the Equator. Can you guess where?
It wasn't too cold out as Cass and I made our way out to the car for our morning cup of coffee. We are up a little earlier than usual this morning, but we need to be. I've got a long day of traveling ahead of me.
The first part of the journey starts by driving from the coffee shop to the Providence Bus Terminal. (for those of you asking why the first part of the journey wasn't driving from the house to the coffee shop, remember that technically, nothing starts before coffee) At this point Cassandra must leave me to find my way in the world while she heads back towards home to pursue her own endeavors.
The bus I embarked on is bound for Boston's Logan Airport. Along the way I am privy to the most fascinating conversation about the kicking substance abuse and how doing so is a good thing. Now in case family members are reading, everyone should know, I was not taking part in the conversation, merely lucky enough to be within earshot. Unfortunately so was a small child of whom the bus driver thought should not have to listen to such conversations and she politely asked the ex-drug addicts to cease. (I guess she thought the child should think for himself and not be biased by the experiences of others?) The irony was that the boy only understood spanish.
My flight from Boston took me down the entire length of the eastern seaboard to Miami International Airport. Here I met up with some of the folks I'll be hangin out with for the Christmas season. I hadn't even met everyone before I had to start boarding for the next leg of my journey.
And so now here I am, 22:30, 35,000ft and continuing further south still.
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