I am, as it turns out, remaining over night in Atlanta. Fatigue is setting in, of course. And I am waiting for a shuttle. Just what I want to be doing.
Did you know that the Italian word for “atlas” is “atlante”?
I am back at the airport for the final leg.
The hotel… how do I put this.
I have been in worse, but this one was to Microtel as Mictrotel is to the Ritz-Carlton.