It's always interesting traveling--some people just seem to conform to stereotype even if they don't realize it. Like those older ladies who always talk loudly and non-stop about their recent trips around the world to say, oh, Vienna and Santiago. They remind me of those certain younger ladies who talk non-stop without seeming to take a breath. These people fascinate me, in one respect, because they can gab about nothing for hours. I, well, only feel comfortable talking when I have something important to say. And sometimes I just need silence. I can't fathom wanting to fill the air with talk all the time.
And I'll be taking off in a little over two hours. At least I'm not flying to a place where it's snowing.
I only wish it would snow. I haven't seen a white Christmas since I was 5. Since then it's been slushy all the way. As usual in Blighty, rain stops play.
As for stereotypes- I've come close to being run over three times. Each time on a light-controlled crossing (when I had the right of way), and each time it was an old woman with blue-rinse hair that was driving. They could barely see over the steering wheel...
Chances are you won't read this for a while, so a belated Merry Christmas!
