Not getting lost for the 483th time in NYC would feel wrong like hot beer. Dumplings and sake served as our farewell dinner pre-flight. Little did we know a screaming baby would contribute to our next 38 hours being overly delirious.
Not getting lost for the 483th time in NYC would feel wrong like hot beer. Dumplings and sake served as our farewell dinner pre-flight. Little did we know a screaming baby would contribute to our next 38 hours being overly delirious.