So. The Mexico trip. Man, that was a fiasco. I mean, it's not easy to travel anywhere from Curaçao. Even direct flights come with delays and cancellations and whatnot. But I've never had as much trouble going to and from Mexico as this time. I'm even down with a weird cold/flu virus since Sunday—and I blame the night I spent on the carpet at the Miami airport.
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| 12:30 am Saturday morning, relaxing with a guilty-pleasure novel on the comfy carpet at MIA International. |
Before I go into the gory details, let me tell you
I'm over at Tossing It Out today, care of blogosphere's marvelous Arlee Bird, talking about prisons: of the mind, the soul, and the flesh. It's the latest stop for
the MIRACLE tour in blogs, after a celebration of the book's quirkiness over at
Corinne Rodrigues's place last week, and then the crazy author vs character
interview argument that ended with me apologizing and Luis Villalobos in maudlin tears over at
The Doglady's Den this past Monday.
