Vahid just dropped us off and the airport seems deserted. I’m so appreciative of his offer to drive us, but I’m still not feeling super-excited about this trip.
We skate through the security checkpoint (after getting ripped off at the money changers) and realize that we’ve got 3 hours until we fly out. We elect to hit-up Il Fornai at the airport for a drink to pass the time. Maybe that will lossen the excitement within me. … Nope. One “par” chardonnay and I’m pretty much the same. It sounds as though I’m not pleased, but that’s so far from the truth. Nancy and I are having a great time, but I’m just not feeling that… thrill.