Travel is good for the soul . . .

. . . even when there are hassles. Maybe especially when there are hassles. In this case, the first leg was delayed, jeopardizing the connection to Mexico City, so the airline put a couple of us in a cab instead and we raced, kind of literally, to Washington, beating the plan by an hour. That was great, but then the flight to Mexico was also delayed, so it wouldn't have mattered. Oh well. I got here and spent the day exploring museums I missed the last time around, and reading the Grace Paley essays. I can't wait to meet her.