12:00 AM – Hassleholm Station, Sweden
Someone has filled my table seat with all his shopping bags. *cue Christina Perri* Who do you think you are? Sleeping in crowded cars? I’ll hit you with your guitar…now say au revoir…
9:00 AM – Stockholm Airport
The desk attendant is talking in circles. “I think I got everything but repeat it all over again just to make sure. I wasn’t listening.”
1:00 PM – London to Chicago
The last bit of light in my soul is extinguished. They do not have a vegan meal for me.
My stomach. It cries. Continue reading Getting Home on 72 Hours of No Sleep: Why Airports are Satan