Return to New York

The next time I see the inside of an airport or plane again, it will be TOO SOON. After nine, count 'em, NINE flights around the Northern Hemisphere, I am finally back in my apartment in New York City. I've forgotten how comfortable my bed is. After the last round of margaritas and Mexican food in Oakland Airport with Jenny & Chappy, I got on a very bumpy JetBlue ride to Washington D.C. Dulles Airport for a connecting flight to New York-JFK Airport. I had just fallen asleep when the plane started bouncing around like crazy over Colorado for 30 minutes at least. Coincidentally, my roommate felt it too on her flight back from Arizona last night. According to the ever-official source, Wikipedia, clear-air turbulence often occurs over mountain ranges. Thanks a lot, Rocky Mountains!! Then for four hours, I sat mindlessly in front of a flat-screen television playing CNN Headline News next to the gate while waiting for my final plane. 

I will do a wrap-up of the trip tomorrow when my brain doesn't feel like its going to fall out of my head because I'm so sleep deprived.