I love how medium drinks always cost about 10 cents more than smalls. So essentially, when you buy a small drink you do so out of spite. I got a medium coffee here at Corner Bakery Cafe. Traveling across the country is no time for spite.
My friend from London met us at the gate (is it still a gate if it's a train?) and we caught up as my travel buddy and I waited for our checked luggage, and then more as we walked to the commuter train hub three blocks away. The delay meant we could only chat for around a half hour, but it was nice to see him. It's unsettling to see a familiar face in a strange place. It's like, I just spent two days on a train. And now you're telling me it's a small world?
I have too much damn food. I didn't want to run out, first of all. And second of all I didn't account for needing less food when all I do is sit around all day. As a result I've eaten maybe a third of my food, and the trip's past halfway done. Still better than the other way around, though.
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