Random Scrap:
Trevor called me Tato and as a Christmas gift he gave me a stripy pale blue scarf from Gap. This was when I went to visit him in Militipas and briefly met his Mom. His down was close to where one of web clients lived and where I once met Kai, the guy that took me out for a diner and fixed his tire at a parking lot when it got a puncture. Just down the freeway 880. My last exam, the analytics, was on the same day as I was supposed to fly home. The gap was long enough to give me time to finish baking ginger cookies. With [maleases]. Granda would comment on them they were just as good as his Grandmother would make them. San Francisco International Airport seemed like a magical place in that time of the day. Vast, bright and feeling very empty and quiet with some art being displayed on the wall. The flight was what it became now the usual ten hour journey to Munich before another two to Poznan. The layover would be additional two hours where I would be trying to imagine what it would be like to finally be home.