The night I arrived in Cinci was an interesting one. The lady at the front desk for the taxi's didn't print out directions to Tamara's place for me or the taxi driver... and the taxi driver had no GPS ... OR MAP! So several phone calls later, we were still lost but getting closer to her home.

In the end, we stopped a take out place and Tamara came and picked me up. A small but none the less exciting venture when it's 1am and you're tired from lots of continuous travel.

Now it's Saturday and I've just arrived in Portland. The trip was from Dayton to Chicago to Portland -- and everything went very smooth. At least, so I thought. When I arrived in Portland I could see them unloading the luggage and I saw one of my suitcases.... but not the other.

So I waited at the carousel and waited... and waited. But alas, it seems my other suitcase was misplaced and will arrive sometime about midnight tonight. Ironic, considering both suitcases were checked in together.

Ah well, that's a pretty minor hiccup to the norm. I'm finally here and I've got a long 'todo' list to work on.