Sitting cross-legged here at LaGuardia. Faces glow from the thousands of iPads position throughout the terminal, delighting children and adults alike. The rest of us, leery of touching such a communal device freely, stick to our own. CNN drones on while music more fit for a nightclub pulses overhead. 

It’s the lunch hour. I inhaled a vegan falafel sandwich that I held so triumphantly (look – it’s vegan food at the airport!) as the bread crumbled in my hands (oh, to have that $12.back to reinvest). A layover is both a comfort for rest and a dreaded pause in ending travel. 

It’s time to board. This vacation, which you will get to read about in the coming days, was a gift on countless levels.

Portland Head Light

Bucket list item = checked

Now to harness this energy…and finish another book before touchdown. 

Bon voyage!