Leap Year

A few hours after I should have, I discovered that busses don’t run on Sunday in Treviso, then walked 40 minutes in the rain to the train station. On the way I saw some swans in a river.

An 8 hour layover in the gleaming Moscow airport had me sleep deprived enough to put salt in my coffee (+ I don’t read Russian). I chatted with a Californian travel writer, practiced English with a newly-visa-ed family, and watched the snow fall.

I sat next to a pregnant Russian doctor on the plane. When we got to LA she asked how long I had until my connecting flight – 3 hours. Her’s was in 4. I asked if she wanted to go to the beach.

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