I just realized I hadn’t posted since returning home from Europe. The flight home was pretty uneventful except the part where they were holding the plane for me as I was very late and almost missed it… oops.
Yes, I get to the gate & the attendent informs her co-worker that they could put my luggage back on the plane. The comment made me pause for a second but decided not to dwell on that & chalk it up to being some “Dry British Humour”. (Ya, right, I wasn’t totally convinced that I had my luggage til it was safely making rounds on the belt back in Vancouver)
Anyways, I sat next to a lovely woman named Jay (short for Jaybladee bla… I don’t remember) After chatting for some time & some wine, I find these things out:
J: My dad builds hotels
Me: My dad builds hotels! (Yes, I yelled. Plugged ears & wine does not make for a quiet Leanne)
J: Yes, we’re building a hotel out in Zanzibar
Holy Crap, do you know how hard it was to bite my lip and not yell ZANZIBAR back in her face?
I dare you to stop reading & yell: ZANZIBAR… but it’s not complete til you throw your hands in the air with a slight wave, at the same time…
Funnest word ever.