Airport


Drama. Within an hour, the rains poured down for our long drive out to deepest, darkest Sandy. The view from the airport.



It can be no coincidence that in no language on earth is there a phrase that means "as pretty as an airport." - Douglas Adams.

The 'park and wait' lots are a good idea we very much appreciate, for the second time in the past month. This time, D's brother. Then off to an Indian restaurant way, way, way down south that D has been wanting to go to for three months. Still missing the chicken Madras from India Quality in Boston, when he found it on the menu of this place, we had to give it a go. Invited his parents along, and then brother. Turned out a bit more expensive than we'd planned. HOWEVER, entirely worth both the cost and distance. Wonderful stuff, everyone loved what they ordered, and took home at least three more meals. BIL had no place to keep leftovers, so we got his. Score!

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3 comments:

Blogger The Crow said...

Score, indeed! Sounds delicious.

Loved your dramatic images of weather atop the mountains, too.

12:51  
Blogger Phil Plasma said...

as pretty as an airport, an apt simile as inspiration for a post.

08:29  
Blogger the polish chick said...

you quoted douglas adams! rock on!

22:53  

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