The Ramblings of a Rambling Woman: 24 hours of Airports Documented.

It's one a.m. Well past my bed time. I'm drinking coffee and typing at the computer. Only two things can be happening here, I've been transported back to Holy Grounds at Villanova, or I'm waiting to catch the red eye out of Asuncion.

The one place in PY with AC decides to use it as a human refrigeration device.