My first time in Newark...

Oh man, what a huge airport. I landed at gate 107, deplaned quickly (seat 1A -- woohoo) and checked the 'Departures' screen. I saw my flight to Geneva was going out of gate 95 - sweet! '107' and '95' are close numbers... aren't they?

Wrong. I walked about three-quarters of a mile from 107 to 95... carrying my oversized backpack and bearing a 20-lb. bocce ball set as a gift for my French friend. I swear, the French better still play jeu de boule, or else I'm going to lug the bocce set up into the Alps, stand at the top of the tallest mountain and create the biggest avalanche the world has ever seen. Jeu de boule - hah! More like jeu de cruel.

My flight leaves in an hour and eighteen minutes. I'm going to go grab a couple bottles of water, peruse the bookstore and take a picture of New York City... it's right across the river! Here's individual pictures of me with Mom and Dad. We had a group photo, but it turned out blurry.