
Brief note: I wrote most of this on the plane, but it took me a few days to getting around to polishing it up.
I’ve thought travel, I’ve talked travel, but aside from a few fleeting flirtations with decidedly domestic destinations, I hadn’t really done much of it.
Until now, that is.
I’m currently writing this at 35,000 ft, traveling at 556 mph on my way back from a business trip. By the time I touchdown in San Francisco, I’ll have covered 13,587 miles in the sky and 34 hours and 31 minutes in airplanes and airports, meaning that this trip handily accounts for more travel than any two of my previous trips. Spanning four countries and as many languages, I had the chance to explore what might as well have been new worlds to me and dust off my paltry high school French knowledge in the process, which was actually même pire que je pensais. My genuine apologies to anyone who was forced to struggle through a conversation with me and my rusty, awkwardly accented French.