Day 2 – Dar es Salaam: Buying Time
The argument, if you could call it that, happened in Terminal 3 in the small hours. Lorena, my wife, wanted the reclining chairs. I wanted the Sleepover, the pods you rent by the hour, and I had the price open on my phone ready to make the case. Lorena won. We slept, or did something next to sleeping, for a couple of hours in two plastic [...]
Day 1 – Dublin: The Lines I Chose to Follow
The argument was about time. Lorena likes to reach the airport with about twenty minutes to spare before the gate closes. I like to arrive when everyone else does, early enough that no one has to run, panic or miss a flight. We have been having this same argument for years and neither of us has ever won it. That Saturday afternoon in [...]