I had a 6AM flight. I did not sleep the night before and so I traveled to NYC on no sleep. I got picked up by a dear soul (my friend Lisa) who brought me "snacks for the plane!" who offered to come round for me at 4:30am. (I'd have to mention the other angel in my life: BFF Brenda who gave me cash so I wouldn't be totally broke on my trip.) After a Hellish flight of cramped quarters for my ass and legs, I got off the plane and took the Q33 bus through Queens to the Subway station. By the time …
The Flight to Riga: Code Name – Hell Ride
I am so exhausted that I can not think straight as I make my way to the gate for my flight to Riga. I keep thinking that I've lost my passport though it is in my handy passport/ ticket/ wallet holder that is hanging around my neck. I've been up about 24 hours at this point. Boarding is announced and I dutifully follow the lead of my fellow passengers down the frigging stairs. I am lugging my carry-on (which at this point weighs 2000 pounds) to the outside. Remember, Stockholm is freezing! …