How can you not love an airport that has a real bread maker in the window of the bakery by Gate Z11 (with smells of fresh bread being pumped out through the vents) and ample, spacious, free showers for weary travelers? The friendliness and exquisite design of the Frankfurt Airport makes up for the zany routing (Bangkok to SFO across the ATLANTIC Ocean??). Is it OK to accept Champagne with breakfast at 5:30 AM? I'm saluting my reentering the world of neat, clean, orderly - it's that Swiss thing. Missing the Thai smiles, silk and happy monks already. But not the constant smell of fish sauce.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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