America!

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A random collection of Jen thoughts from my Boston trip: 

Didn't realize how insanely happy I'd be to be back. I legit thought I would cry I was so happy. That plane landing was second to none. 

Took me exactly 2 minutes after leaving the rental car lot to remember how to drive in Boston. Took me 7 minutes to honk my horn at Massholes in the Williams Tunnel. 

Three people spoke to me at the grocery store and I was shook. No one speaks to you in Europe, just dirty looks. Plus I don't know what language people speak, so don't engage either. 

I forgot that the USA floor 1 = floor zero in Europe. I went to push the zero button on the elevator and was confused. 

Driving in rain is tricky, and one should go slower. 

At brunch, the waitress brought the check before I was even done with my plate. I was appalled. Also forgot that I had to add 20% to an already pricey meal. The audacity. 

Taco bell still rules. 

Word got out i was back. The music director at church immediately texted me to join in the choir. Followed by singing tomorrow morning. 

Wendy's spicy nugs are the best. 

Kaitlin's espresso martini is 2nd to NONE. 

Tipping culture so needs to disappear. 

MA alcohol purchasing rules suck. 

I love driving down country roads. 

I still adore the launch settings in Teslas.  

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