Yesterday I flew from Toronto to Newark and then from Newark to Albany. Newark is across the river from New York City. I've lived in New York State for 2 years now, but I've never been down to the city. Through the airplane window, I got to see the skyline of Manhattan in-person, well, as in-person as you can get from a plane. I must say, I wasn't all that impressed. I've seen it for years in movies and postcards and just all over the place and the real thing was kind of a let down. <br /><br />I was also the only person on the plane that was continuing onto Albany after we stopped in Newark. The flight attendant let me stay on the plane. She said, "But you'll have to watch us clean and see me eat my banana." As far as I know, she never ate her banana. Or maybe she meant something else, I don't know. But watching them clean the plane is kind of interesting. This bus-full of people comes on and they run down the aisles spraying Lysol on everything while throwing the blankets and pillows up into the storage compartments. Then another team of people follows after them and neatly buckles the seatbelts back into place. They do this all so quickly, but I think my presence on the plane disturbed them. <br /><br />It's good to be home though. I was starting to feel like a nomad.