From Zanzibar to the Motor City

I left the island on a 3pm flight yesterday afternoon with an airline called Fly540. The plane sat maybe twenty people which meant no complimentary soda and no spirits for purchase. In fact, that meant no flight attendant or even an announcement as to where we were going. I felt a bit relieved to know that we were at least flying north. SB and I were under the impression that we would have a stop in Dar es Salaam and another in Arusha but an hour and a half later we landed in Nairobi without stops. We were very pleased.

After a quick stop at the market for a few last travel necessities like more tea to add to the 2,000 bags I already have, I was back at the airport to make the haul back to the States. It looks like I'm going to make it! I survived two eight hour flights with a sickling blowing her nose every four minutes, a woman that spilled diet coke all over me while I was sleeping, two obnoxious French gum chewers, an old man that played with his dentures, and another oldie that sucked the spit through his teeth like there was something caught in there. He only let up to take a nap.

When we landed in Brussels I went to use the restroom and stood marveling at the stall. I couldn't believe how clean it was. And the hand dryer was some Dyson dry-razor contraption that I used multiple times because it was fun. I even dried my toothbrush with it. But now I'm in scenic Newark watching the lemmings strolling in and out of Hudson News. I tried to buy a tea at Starbucks but I somehow had trouble. It went like this...

Emily: "Could I have one tea bag...in a medium cup...umm....with some water, too...yeah, that's what I want. Black tea."
Barista: "So you're saying you want a grande tea?"
Emily: "Oh, I guess if that's what you call it. Then yes."

Then I went to pour the milk and sugar in but decided on splenda. No, sugar. No, splenda. And what about the milk? I wonder where the cow is...I wonder how long ago that cow was milked...Oh dear, this is exhausting. I better pull it together. Quick. Next I'll go to Detroit for some good mid-western mullet mania, mustaches, and mustangs. Yeehaw. Plus I'll get some much needed family time. Goodbye East Africa. Hello Motor City.