Traveling with Faith in a Suitcase – Part 17
Amanda paused for a moment to soak in the words her mother had written in the journal. 309 more words
I once had the most surreal experience at the Quebec city airport.
I was about to fly home after a national convention of the Canadian Union Of Postal Workers. 589 more words
I written before about why I don’t travel light to a developing country and Burma is a great example. You can read my original post about this… 793 more words
Three pounds of cocaine wrapped in plastic — and raw meat — and stowed inside a suitcase didn’t make it past security at San Jose International Airport. 125 more words
There I was in the middle of the airport, flustered and frustrated, sweating bullets and cursing at my stupid suitcase. I could feel people staring either in confusion, concern or amusement as I started to violently smack the back of my jammed suitcase, pulling the wheeling handle with all of my might, desperately trying to get it to extend. 1,344 more words
Packing for a trip abroad can be a hassle, because normally you will be gone for a week or more. Most people think this means checking luggage, hoping it makes it from point A to point B, and then waiting at the baggage claim for an extremely long time. 975 more words