In the month of June, 2001, I flew across the country to Rhode Island, where I attended the wedding of Clara and Mike. Along the way, I met up and hung out with a number of my classmates from Stanford.
It’s certainly been a long time coming to write about this event after nearly three months. The events that have occurred since the trip have filled my mind such that it’s sometimes difficult to remember the feelings, emotions, and thoughts from the trip. Yet, when I look at the photos, somehow I’m instantly transported back to Rhode Island, the blue skies hovering above me with the light wind whipping my hair.
Arrival in Rhode Island
I took the red-eye flight to Rhode Island on Thursday evening. Red-eye flights are generally not very fun nor comfortable, but they are the only way you can grab an extra day out of travelling. I don’t recall anything particularly memorable about the flight other than it was pretty short and that I tried (operative term “tried”) to get some sleep. I was picked up at the airport by my Stanford friends, Andreea and Josh. Andreea has been studying in the East Coast on her Ph.D. in Mathematics at Princeton, whereas Josh was out doing a bicycling tour of the East Coast.
November 19, 2002: Well, it doesn’t look like I’m going to finish this entry. Suffice yourself with some pictures…
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