Notes from a 14-hour travel day:
1) If you're standing in the duty-free shop at the Budapest airport deciding whether or not you need a 300g Milka bar for the trip but are wary because you think you might eat it all .... you do, and you will.
2) Budapest is almost as cool from above as on the ground.
3) I don't recommend descending 36,000 feet of altitude with a freshly-acquired head cold. Twice. Now my ears can describe to you why babies scream and cry at same.
4) Charles DeGaulle Airport in Paris has friendly gate agents. Which helps because everything else about it sucks. Sucks with a capital S, actually.
5) It stands to reason that the only seat available on the 8-hour Paris/Boston is on the aisle one row from the only lavatory in coach class, which is right next to the flight attendant food-cart storage area. Holy knee bumps and toilet lines, Batman. Extra bonus points for the 6'5" man in the seat behind whose knees prevented seat reclining.
6) The best thing about American Airlines leaving my bag in Budapest until tomorrow is that I don't have to feel bad about not starting the laundry tonight. Even if I also don't get to brush my teeth.
7) The best thing about coming home is my very own pillow on my very own mattress.
8) And the second best thing about coming home are, officially, these sweet faces.