friday 13th

some of my friends were down right worried about me flying out on friday 13th. i couldn't care less. i'm really not supersticious. i normally feel it's bound to be a lucky day! and it was rather nice.

my taxi to the airport was on time (and cheap!). once there, i saw that one of my friends was behind the check-in counter. it was luggage-only, so i'd put myself in another queue, but he called me over, got rid of the other passengers, and we had 5 mns to chat. he very nicely didn't make me pay the overweight i had (4 kg - the cheese i was bringing the family). then i bumped into my old piano teacher. i hadn't seen her in 4 years, despite my various attempts. being the mother of 3 boys, she's incredibly busy. but i think we'll be able to manage from now on.

i thought my good luck might continue after that, and it probably would have, if my father hadn't got my arrival time wrong. i had to wait for him for an hour... not living near the airport anymore is certainly taking its toll...