All the traveling I’ve been doing lately – most recently to Antigua – plus the three trips I made to the airport in the last two days to pick up Colin’s research crew got me thinking. The ultimate indignity of international travel is this: after a day or more of travel, you finally walk out of customs in a new country, exhausted, depleted, jet-lagged, and clueless, with no idea where you are or what you’re doing, and you suddenly find yourself the center of attention, surrounded by a swarm of well-rested valets and hosts waiting expectantly for their visitors, and 99 percent of them are disappointed to see you.
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But that one percent!
Glad you were there to pick up your travelers.