…and suddenly I feel vintage. Maybe it’s the musty bookstore smell. Or the fact that they actually have real photo booths here (i.e. not the new ones that will “sketch” your face for $10).
The flight here was wonderful, despite the smallness of the plane. I had a whole row to myself which meant for comfortable travels. When I landed, I went right through customs without any waiting. If only it were always that easy. I’m now waiting in the stale Winnipeg airport, which reminds me of a tired 1960s middle school building. Lots of right angles, poor lighting and “modern art”.
P.S. You don’t know how badly I wanted to use the photo booth. However, it just didn’t feel right taking pictures by myself.
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