All packed up, it's Tuesday February 12th, 2008 in rainy, cold Baltimore. I am ready to GO! Paige drives me to the airport. The raindrops hit the windshield of her car and freeze to a solid layer of ice immediately. We stop and scrape, go and stop, scrape some more, and make it. While she gets in trouble with the police and the ice gets thicker and thicker everywhere, I miss the train to Newark to catch my plane to Mumbai, India. Airplanes are cancelled out of BWI today. OK, I got time, 4 months in India. No worries. I take it easy, call Ana, who sits on the train and is on her voyage to India. She'll have the first contact with India all to herself. I take the light rail back to Baltimore and fall on my butt twice walking to Alice's house. Next morning, same place, same station. This time Alice drops me off. Everything is fine, I am on it! Checked in and waiting at Newark Airport. I am looking around all these people eating very bad food in a very bad atmosphere and I start to feel like a cold French fry in a Mc Donald's bag.