March 6, 2006 - After a slow morning of sitting around John's house, he took me to the airport. I had perhaps the best meal I have ever eaten at an airport today. It was in Phoenix in Terminal 3. I had a quesidilla, and it was delicious. My flight eventually left for Atlanta, and then at Atlanta I had some Chick-Fil-A as I waited to fly to Tampa. In Tampa I was picked up by my cousin Mike, who drove me home. What a long and boring day of air travel.