…in a while, that is. I am at the airport and have been for hours. Upon my arrival I was informed that my flight was delayed by 4 hours. Yikes. That led to some frantic SMS and Internetting to try to get ahold of my hosts to let them know that I would be delayed, since they were sending a driver out for me and all. Except that I didn’t have their contact info. No kidding. That led to some frantic messaging across three continents to locate people with the info. Luck prevailed, contacts were made and there will be someone there to meet me at the airport when I arrive. Normally this kind of thing would give me fits, but I am pretty cool with it all. Travelling suits me evidently.