Back on the planes today. Hoping that they go more smoothly than last time. Actually, by the time you read this, I should (theoretically) already be on the bus to Portland. Taking the red eye from Salt Lake to Charlotte, then the normal eye from Charlotte to Boston.
Rumor has it no Colombian soccer teams will be on the flight, though there might be one from Ecuador.
You never know.
Sometimes I really hate the cheap Bryce who buys the plane tickets. Can I just have that on the record? When I'm nice and comfy in my living room, looking at ticket prices, I'm willing to commit future Traveling Bryce to just about anything. Five stops in three countries? And I save $15? Where do I sign?!
Then it comes time for me to actually fly that crazy route, and I wonder what in the world I was thinking. I swear never to do that again.
And then a few months later, I'm back to doing it. Because I'm cheap, folks. We all know this fact.
I must say--I'd like to get to a point where I have enough money that I can start taking direct flights out of cities that are close to me.