I always get anxious about air travel. It’s not the flying so much, it’s everything else. Getting to the airport, killing time while there, the unintelligible announcements. The whole kit and kaboodle.

That said, I also find it impossible to be less than two hours early if I’m traveling alone.

I’m writing this sitting in the sun at Chopin airport in Warsaw a good three hours before my flight leaves.

The museum I had planned to visit to kill some time was mostly closed, a fact that Google maps was unaware of.

Time for some Tea.