fun with flights

Today, my mom and I were supposed to be on São Miguel with her cousins, tooling around the island. Instead, I spent eight whole hours at the airport yesterday,^[1] as our first flight got delayed in 45-minute increments and our hopes of making our connection faded away. We arrived at the hotel at 1:30 in the morning and couldn't get a room until 2:30.

Yeah. Yesterday was fun.

But today has brought the unexpected bonus of a day in New York City, which my mom and I are spending at the Met. I've been before, but I'm always pretty laser-focused on the antiquities, especially the Greco-Roman ones. Todayy, we spent some time with the paintings which were quite lovely. There were also a handful of prints that I adored, especially "Untitled, Flooded Home V" by Nina Jordan.

So, not all bad in the end. Still, if I'm not eating cozido das Furnas by noon tomorrow, I'm going to pitch some manner of undignified fit.