Next on the Itinerary

I've been back in New York for a few days now, and readjusting to life here has been slow and slightly painful. But I'm getting there. But my internal travel bug will never die. I'm going to try to keep the travel blog alive next year thanks to some frequent flyer mile tickets (Thanks to JetBlue, Virgin America and Northwest) and freelance gigs in some other cities. I still need to make it to L.A., Chicago and London to visit people that I promised, and I still need to work out getting to Montréal. And apparently no one wants to go to Iceland with me. Also, I might go back to Asia in the spring, as my mom wants me to come see her again. I'll probably stop in Tokyo again, since that's the cheapest way to go via Northwest. Along with seeing some more destinations in the Philippines (i.e. Chocolate Hills) I want to throw in an extra city, possibly Singapore. Any suggestions? Despite loving Thai food, I'm going to avoid Bangkok. Here's to hoping Manila doesn't undergo a coup next time I'm around.

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.

Big Game and Departure

Yesterday was the 111th Big Game between Cal and Stanford, and happily for me, Cal won. I took over 300 photos on my new camera, but really most of them are just duplicates on different aperture settings. The day was great because the skies were clear (and blue) and I got to see all of my friends. But since it was a 12:30 p.m. game, it was almost impossible to tailgate, um, properly. I didn't really eat much before or during the game though. When I was in band, I could never eat much before because I always had a sickening feeling in my stomach, either from being tired from practice or anxiety about the shows, or both. But I still got that feeling yesterday even though I had nothing to worry about. Bizarre. I was shocked, however, at how hot it was in the middle of November. Between standing in the sun all day and the fact that it was so early in the day, almost everyone was ready to go to bed at 8 p.m.  I loved the Cal Band's halftime show with 90s pop since it was all songs I listened to in high school. But I was kind of irked by the Stanford band show about Memorial Stadium being on a fault line and that the big earthquake was going to hit during the game. After I described the show to my mom when I got home, she said, "They always try to be cutting edge, but they always miss the mark." I do have to give them points for creativity. How could anyone else come up with harnessing a snare drum player to a contraption that spins he/she upside down through almost the whole game? But I always enjoy Big Game because its really the Homecoming for Cal alums and both sides of the rivalry get along pretty well.

big-game

My trip is almost over as the last leg of my trip back to New York City is tonight, with a FOUR hour layover in Washington D.C.'s Dulles airport. I could take the Bolt Bus and get back to my apartment faster, but then again it's a JetBlue rewards ticket on the weekend before Thanksgiving, so I'm lucky I got a seat at all. Many times when I go on long trips, by the end of it, I'm ready to go home. This time, I'm pretty depressed, so much so that even though I was exhausted yesterday, I still had trouble falling asleep. I don't know if its apprehension about dealing with job and financial stuff when I get back, or that I'll miss everyone at home and I don't know when I'm coming back exactly yet. Despite all of this, I'm pretty lucky that I get to home to a place as awesome as New York.