On living out the lyrics to a John Denver song

As Tropical Storm Hanna makes her way up the eastern seaboard I find myself in the always enviable position of killing time at an airport. Thankfully the new(ish) international terminal at Logan is well appointed for the task at hand - with handy WiFi access as well as a whole seating area where every chair has its own power outlet, as well as USB charger plug.

I've already made the cursory once-over at the Duty Free shop. While the price of single malt scotch was enticing - I felt it would be in poor taste to bring a foreign spirit into a country without first having tried their own distilled beverages. This does not mean I do not reserve the right to make a similar purchase on my next trip out to Romania.

A little over an hour to go until it is time to board the plane, so I went ahead and broke out the camera for the first official photograph for this blog. As Douglas Adams once wrote "It is no coincidence that no language has ever developed the phrase 'pretty as an airport'", however the overhead lighting and quick bustle of those walking around make the terminal feel like a scene from The West Wing.

Now we just have to hope that the weather holds and we leave ontime. With any luck this time tomorrow I'll be asleep in my temporary home in Romania.