The flight home

Our first flight from Ljubljana to Belgrade, I sat next to a man who lived in downtown Ljubljana, right where we were walking just a few days before! He was headed to Athens to run a marathon, which he does quite often. This marathon, however, was the same track as the ORIGINAL marathon! He is a project management for a tech company that makes all the ATMs (Bankomats) in Slovenia. Interesting guy and very nice. He was inquiring about jobs in the US and if he would make any extra money there.

On the flight to the US from Serbia, a 400 pound Baka/Baboushka (grandma) sat next to me.  We snuggled for 10 hours by default as she didn't quite fit in the chair. On top of having no deodorant and kicking her shoes off to reveal edematous, smelly stumps, she fed me half of a GIGANTIC candy bar. It was about two feet long, each piece the size of a regular candy bar. I felt so sick, but you can't say "no" to a baboushka! Trust me, I tried!

She really was sweet (maybe the candy bars?) as she warned me we were going to snuggle by winking at me and settling in. She also kissed me on the cheek and yelled "ciao ciao!" when we saw her in the customs line. I liked her.

This is about what she looked like:



It's good to be OFF the plane and back home, where I have plenty of space...