That’s right, this girl is hitting up FOUR airports today!! I get to go home and escape the last leg of the trip, even though it’s going to be a hell of a long day. Better than a hell of a long week, which is more what I’m used to. I’ll be reporting from the other end of the country in … I don’t even know how many hours. Between four time zones and three different flights, I don’t dare try to do the math. I’m sitting at the gate in the San Juan airport surrounded by sunburned Americans heading back to Atlanta and beyond – I need a drink and some unlimited internet access. Also a place to charge my phone, because I’ve been glued to it since 3:30 this morning.
