I’m in California
Before…
After…
I got the number one.
Travel Thursday
And there is a picture of me at the gate in Schiphol. That’s the plane that took me to America. One of the most uncomfortable 11 hour periods of my life. Next time, I’m making my transfer in Chicago or New York. Or London. Not that there’s anything wrong with Schiphol but I’ll do anything to shorten that flight.
You know, I got stopped for an hour at passport control. After having my bags searched and having what I can only describe as a nice chat with an immigration officer I got my I-94w for and my stamp and I’m good to stay in America until I fly back.
The name of the Immigration Officer’s badge was “Carpenter”.
