Hold on true belivers, this may be a ramble. I've been in Cuenca for just over 26 hours but let's start from the beginning. On Thursday the 17th my father drove me to the airport. Here's how the day went down. Flight #1: Hartford to LaGuardia. A quick flight on a puddle jumper had me cranking the headphones to try and avoid the two women behind me, mind you educated women, talking about neuropsychology job opportunities. One of them was clearly trying to set the Guiness record for per minute usage of the word "like." My brain hurt. In the NYC airport, awaiting the next flight, I thought about how New York has way too many attractive people, even the airport. So much so, they appear completely dismissive about it. I read my iPad (The Book
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