At JFK Airport

The one somewhat positive development of our delay yesterday was we had to stay over night at the TWA Hotel next to JFK Airport. It was built in 1962 as the TWA Terminal (I think I have that right), and is a masterpiece of mid-century modern architecture. It's like stepping into the Jetsons animated show (which, when you think of it, introduced kids everywhere to the mid-century modern design aesthetic--whether they knew it or not). I wish we'd had more time and energy to enjoy it, but we were fried from our travels from Edinburgh to New York. By the time we got through customs, the entire process of which had to have taken more than an hour after disembarking our plane. We had to walk what felt like a half-mile down a long, wide concourse just to get to customs. Then the process freaks me out. I'm always worried I'll say something stupid and get in trouble--but it was quick and painless. There were so many people that I think the customs folks just wanted to get us through. Then we waited for the one bag we checked, then took numerous turns, escalators, elevators to find the "AirTrain" to the hotel. That was a bit aggravating and almost traumatic, but we finally checked into the hotel and crashed. I'd like to say I slept really well, but in fact woke up about every hour anxious about doing the whole airport process over again. Thankfully, we finally made it through TSA (never, ever a pleasant experience) and now wait for our first flight of the day--to Columbus, Ohio.

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