Suitcases, Footballers, Isolationism and Chorizo
February 21st 2012 When getting to somewhere new I always have a tendency to compare my arrival with my arrivals in the places before it, almost as a way of getting a handle on things immediately and trying to get a feeling of comfortability and familiarity straightaway. Getting to Vigo airport was no different. The jet-lag, the nerves and the crying baby on the plane were all reminiscent of the flights to Costa Ric
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kimby
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it's a baby (with no lower half at all) that decided it was a good idea to run hurdles. clearly.