CDG Is My Prison

This was my prison today. This airport manages to be hot and humid even in the dead of winter. Last I checked its August. Can you imagine. I’ve been here for around five hours so far.

I’m on my way to the town called Brest. Yup. Pronounced Breast.

I’m so tired and spaced out I recently walked all the way into the women’s restroom then stood there looking around for the urinals. Goin hmmm uuuhhh. They’ve gotta be here somewhere.

I’m a mess.

COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR