I found myself wandering the streets of Lisbon a couple of weeks ago, jet lagged and a bit delirious. Because of a delay in Newark, I’d missed the TAP airline flight to my beloved, who was in Florence. The airline put me up in a hotel near the airport.
My default response to anything that doesn’t go exactly as planned is: this sucks. Sometimes it does. M…
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