PDX personnel are always so much more friendly than those at other airports. One giggled at the check in counter as she advised me to have any fragile souvenirs shipped. The lady at the front of security, yes,
security, greeted us with a "Happy Monday!" Who says that? Another highlight was being the only person to be offered one of yesterday's pastries for free. All I know that a free (overly-sugared) blueberry muffin made me feel better about paying $3 for a 1 liter water bottle.
I started reading
Harry Potter on the flight to New Jersey, after begging month after month for my future(ish) roommate to let me borrow them. It seems odd to compare it to
Twilight, but since everyone else does: If the first
Twilight book reminds me of bad fanfiction, the first
Harry Potter book reminds me of good fanfiction (not literature necessarily, but a fun read none the less.)
Aside from more over-priced food, dozing, and keeping an eye out for Brit passports, my layover passed without event.
foodcourt roof in Newark's terminal
I think I would sleep a lot better if meals were served on destination time rather than origin time. The flight attendants are always waking me up as I finally started to dream. Of course, this time I all I could dream about was packing, only to wake myself up to try and repack things that sit a continent and almost an ocean away.
sunrise over the Atlantic