Today we left New York. We were saddened by this evil yet inevitable turn of events. Antonella and her father, who had been so good to us this entire trip, kindly drove us to La Guardia. After removing our luggage from the car, but before entering the airport, Dem turned to me and said, "I think this is the oldest airport in America." She may be correct; La Guardia is pretty old and run down. And yet, it still functions perfectly well.
The flight home was uneventful (no kookie new-agey chick this time). Elliot made some new friends, as he is wont to do, both on the plane and in the Minneapolis airport. Eventually, we arrived, exhausted, in Albuquerque at 11:00 p.m. The Comfort Inn was our final destination for the night.
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Wow--you guys are all over the place! I'm jealous of all the historical ambiance you're soaking up....especially elephant foot wastepaper baskets. :)
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