Fredericton:
Got up wayyyy too early this morning at 4 am. Kissed the kids goodbye, left them at their Nana’s and took off to the airport. I’m waiting at the Fredericton Airport at the moment (thank you Freddy Zone) for my first part of my flight, with a stop over in Boston. While boarding the plane, I was the only one they pulled aside to do a thorough search of my carry on and a physical search of my body. I’m sure I look like a terrorist;) On the plane, I saw that there was a band from the Harvest Jazz and Blues Festival.

Logan Airport (Boston):
Not here long, just long enough to go through customs and walk a REALLY long walk. On the walk, I have the opportunity to talk with the band. It was Sista Monica and her group. They were a really diverse and interesting group of musicians. I discovered that my interac card did not work in stores, only in the ATM and they don’t take Canadian money. I had asked my bank before I left if it would be a problem and they said, no…. ummm wrong.

Hartsfield-Jackson (Atlanta):
I get off the plane, ask a guy driving a cart that works there where the laptop charging station is located. He offers to drive me there. On the way, he asks me where I am from. We chat, I tell him there is an election today and he tells me that he used to actively follow politics in Canada in the 70’s, back when Rene Levesque was premier of Quebec. He was a gentlemen, checked my ticket and I saw a bit of southern hospitality. Charged up the laptop. Listened to a security message that repeated the dangerous/banned goods items about a gazillion times during my layover. This airport is big, but not overwhelming like I was worried it might be.

Next Stop: Austin.