Modern transportation means that you can have breakfast in Stockholm, lunch in New York City and dinner in Seattle. By the time you're done, neither your body nor your brain will have much of a clue as to what time zone their in, but by that point, all they really care about is a bed and a pillow.
I'm currently blogging live from New York City after a two-week whirlwind tour that spanned the continental United States. I've driven a Mustang convertible with the top down across Lake Washington on the the I-90 freeway in Seattle; stopped to buy huckleberries from a roadside stand in Lakeside, Montana; bought the Pussycat Dolls album at a strip mall in Kalispell, Montana; attended a family reunion with 205 Americans who think they're Dutch; taken a tour of Pike Place Market (which turns 100 years on August 17th) in
Seattle; interviewed the architects behind the design of Seattle's new Olympic Sculpture Park; waited in line for two hours to go up the Empire State Building; spent 30 minutes contemplating Monet's waterlilies and 5 minutes trying to figure out Picasso's Demoiselles d'Avignon (which I studied in art history class freshman year of college) at the MOMA; had espresso at a Swedish cafe in NYC;
gotten a full body massage in a vibrating chair at Brookstone in Rockefeller Center; and most importantly, reconnected with old friends (and even relatives) from different stages of my life.
And tomorrow is another day, which brings promises of cupcakes, New York style.