Ahhh Vermont

Yeah, baby. I'm in Vermont. Rollin' with the hills and the trees and the misty haze that's hanging over this beautiful state. The red-eye was EXCELLENT, in that I slept but barely, conscious of how incredibly uncomfortable I was the whole time. Ah, well... I flew into JFK, New York around 6:30 est, just in time for me to see a beautiful ball of fire rise from the misty horizon. I saw the beginnings of the sunrise then shut the shade because the guy next to me was nodding in and out of sleep.

I had just enough time to doze off at JFK before they called "Flight 4376 to Burlington, general boarding, please." I didn't care how uncomfortable, I was determined to sleep hardcore on the last hour leg of my trip. I did.

I texted Eileen as I got off of the plane "I'm wearing light blue!" she texted back "I have red boots!" We found each other. She expected to take me straight to her apartment in Middlebury so I could sleep, but we ended up eating brunch (breakfast for me, lunch for her) at the Penny Cluse Cafe in downtown Burlington, then touring this "big" Vermont city for a couple hours: Lake Champlain waterfront, University of Vermont, trees, trees, trees, fog...

Vermont-ians love their people. They love their state. They love their ice-cream. And they just make it work.

I was flying high on happiness during the tour. I denied that I was exhausted until we got to her apartment and I flopped on the couch. Oh boy... those 99 burpees are going to be TOUGH this evening. Don't worry, guys. I won't let you down. The day isn't over yet.

Tonight: sleep.

Tomorrow: Marlboro College tour. Middlebury town tour. 98 burpees.