“Friend is Worth More than a Dollar”

Today I rose super thankful for not having to sleep in the airport, and then slog through an eight hour flight, a two hour flight, and then a two and half hour drive . . . unwashed.

 

My grandmother used to say, "A friend is worth more than a dollar."  Her reasoning being, if you are in a strange town stranded (like I was), one dollar would not get you a room anywhere.  A friend, however, (cue: praise hands) will (cue: Aunt Esther saying "Whoa Glory!") have a couch, a floor, or may even pay for a hotel for you.

(cue: sanctified choir chord changes)

 

CUE: HAPPY FEET!

 

So I was able to spend the night in a safe and welcoming place because of Neal and Tayari, who are now in my will.

 

After that, I rode a train and a bus back to Dulles, and besides a slight heart attack when the gate agent claimed my reschedule was invalid, I arrived in Skopje, Macedonia and then my final destination of Ohrid without  (an additional) hitch.

 

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