After 15 or so hours of the most irritating travel (seated in the last row of the plane right next to the bathroom, having the ticket woman at united tell me I was unlikely to be allowed to enter Switzerland without a return ticket (false), having had cups (mercifully unused) and a jacket dropped on my head, forgotten for dinner, left asleep for breakfast and now on a tiny propellor plane (!) to Lugano, I’m feeling much too flustered and disheveled to be on a plane with such elegant Swiss citizens. I think everyone will agree that I deserve no pity since my fifteen mildly unpleasant hours of travel have resulted in my arrival in possibly (probably) (definitely) the most beautiful country on the planet.
As a side note, I think the smartest thing I’ve ever done is bake delicious food and bring it on the plane with me. Attendees of my party last night—or rather two nights ago—should be jealous to hear that the chocolate sauce congealed into the most delightful ganache I’ve ever tasted.
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