are good friends, close friends, bad friends, forever friends, and the list could go on forever. But recently, I’ve discovered a new type of friends – they are airplane friends. When you are sitting next to a complete stranger for a 9 hour flight, you’re bound to talk, and if you don’t your clinically antisocial. My friend was named Chris. He was traveling to London to teach students about circus and theatrics. He’s from Virginia and has plans to start building a theatre on his 7 acre lot he recently purchased. How interesting is that? Then the man sitting on my right had the voice of Javier Bardem’s character in No Country for Old Men movie. I would have been creeped out by that raspy voice if he hadn’t been a genuinely nice man. He was heading to Spain on a holiday.
After a 4/6 hour delay (I’ve mentally blocked it) I arrived at Charles de Gaulle. I didn’t see the Eiffel Tower, since the delay made me miss my connection – so can I really say I’ve been to Paris, the country of romance?
Here are some pictures of the airport in Paris and me waiting for my new connection to Moscou (as the French say).
I forgot to mention the nice man at the airport in ATL during my long delay because the volcano in Iceland decided to spit out more particulate matter. We never formally introduced ourselves, but I did find out that he works in Guinea, Africa as a pilot for an offshore oil rig. He also happens to know Senator Baker’s daughter who works in the communications field. I might have shamelessly slipped him my business card to send onto her. What else is a recent graduate suppose to do but shameless self-promotion?