I arrive at the FLL airport and... wow... this place is empty... emptier than my stomach. It feels like I'm in a Resident Evil game and I should get ready to zap some zombies.No sleep for me to-night, or to-morning if you will. I just need to make it through this 18hr episode of idleness, the initial testament of my affinity for foreign culture and comfort zone deconstruction.
Can't wait for culture shock to hit me like the sonic boom of breaking speed of sound!
