Flight

I have been pretty busy recently, writing more on more. The Glass Gazebo is going further and further at a pace I really enjoy writing in. Soon enough I will post here some other fragments of the stuff I'm writing. Pretty much the major characters of the novel are all set up, and I'm starting to get into the details of the minor ones, since they are important as well, right?
Oh well, now, I have some other personal stuff to tell you, if you're interested. Otherwise, just ignore this post. Just kidding.
I have been to Boston a couple of days ago, to set up a flight for Paris I am taking at the end of this month. Usually, I go to Boston by Ferry from Provincetown, it's a nice smooth ride, you don't get to see to much, but it's enjoyable and gets you there pretty fast. Pretty fast means a little more than an hour and a half, compared to the excruciatingly painful 3-4 hours that a bus needs to take to get there.
The interesting story starts now, the day before I got to Boston I took an afternoon nap at home. I still remember what I dreamt. It wasn't a very interesting dream, however it gave me a brilliant idea. In my dream I was flying from Provincetown to New york instead of going by Ferry. Even more exciting, the airport was right next to Long Wharf, where the ferry docks. I woke up, got on my bike and headed towards the airport. I was curious how much the plane fare was for Boston. I got there, and after finding out the price I bought a ticket for the first flight out the next day.
I do not remember exactly the name of the plane I was on, it was some type of Cessna, a plane, that, I suppose you already know that, has a very limited size. This one could carry up to a staggering 8 passengers plus the pilot. Of course the pilot's "cabin" wasn't separated from the rest of the seating area, so, if you were lucky enough to sit on the sit next to the captain, it would have been a very interesting flight, worth all the money spent on it. And so I was pretty lucky, since I got to sit there on my return flight, and kinda figure out what he was doing there.
I love planes, I always did, and I have had my fair share of flying. Including this last trip I have been on, I've been on 22 flights. It's not that much, but it's more than a lot of people I know have flown. Anyways, that's what I wanted to tell you, raegarding my personal life. Leave comments wherever you like and be sure to come back.