In Which Rayla Attempts To Connect To The Allusive "Free Public WiFi" At The Hilton, But Fails (Darn.)

So, my computer must be freaking out or something because it detects a wireless connection called “Free Public WiFi,” which apparently does not exist. But hey, attempting in vain to connect to the internet at least kills time before our meeting!

I’m here at the Boston-Logon International Airport, obviously located in Boston, USA, and let me tell you, this airport is BIG! Kind of like LAX, but since I’m not used to flying out of LAX, Logon is definitely kind of huge and, well, ridiculous. The good news though is that I found a Starbucks in 5 seconds flat. Plus, my flight here was ridiculously smooth – have you ever flown with no turbulence? – and we had a flight attendant with a hilarious Bostonian accent which was quite humorous for awhile. During the 3 hour and 45 minute flight – which managed to get in early – I managed to drink two glasses of water, eat peanut butter crackers, eat “cinnamon biscotti cookies” embossed with the word DELTA, be grossed out by some weird fruit the couple next to me were eating, and finish about 250 pages of my latest Jodi Picoult novel – “Plain Truth.” I actually expected the flight to seem longer, I guess it flew by (pun intended.)

I guess you could say my endless day of travel has started out pretty well. I flew from Ontario to Salt Lake City in a small plane – only 10 rows, 2 seats on each side of the aisle! That flight happened to be full of college students, specifically the Azusa Pacific University women’s volleyball team, apparently on their way to a competition or something. Then, from Salt Lake City I had a ridiculously short layover before flying to Boston, where I am right now.

Finding the hotel where SYA was meeting was a little interesting, until I tried using common sense. Wow. Go Rayla! But I eventually found it, and it’s obviously a very fancy hotel. The carpet is kind of psychedelic, but I like it. Moments after coming off the walkway, I was about to walk past this table, all the while thinking “hmm, is this the SYA table? Are these SYA people?” and this woman comes up to me and asks, “Are you Rayla?” Why, yes I am! After figuring out that I had my passport already in my possession, she said I was free to “hang out.” Yay!

Hanging out has been interesting. After wandering about for a while in this posh hotel lobby area, I saw a girl on her laptop. Inspired, I plunked down on a cushy armchair, and hence, my fruitless search for WiFi ensued. And that’s the story of how my trip is going to far (although I decided it’s not really right to call it a trip, it’s much to long for “trip” status…)

I’m sure I’ll post this a little later when I have internet access, since right now I’m writing this in an ordinary word document. Lack of internet will never stop me from rambling on this blog! Keep that in mind.

I see random people walking around…some of them look vaguely like a collection of facebook pictures I have been looking at for the last few…

(Blog entry abruptly ends; Jesse Steere came over and struck up a conversation with me, leading to lots of other people to flock towards us and expand the conversation until our depature meeting. Bon Voyage!)