New York is hot, and even navigating my massive checked baggage from one terminal to the other I was reminded that I am not fond of it. I had to go through security again, and my bag got searched because I forgot to empty my water bottle. Whoops.
Now I am sitting at gate 6 of terminal 1 anxiously awaiting the appearance of Megan Dwyer and the rest of the people who are on my trip (there are five-ish of us meeting here, I believe). Theoretically they could be here already since I don't know what any of them look like. Weird.
Welp, I'm off to scrounge up some dinner! I may or may not see you in Moscow, dear blog followers, as who knows what will happen and whether there'll be free wifi once I make it to the Motherland. In a matter of hours I'll finally be able to see Russia... from my plane window.
D'awwwww. No sad face, Taco. ;)
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