Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.
For a while now I've had this feeling that there's something that I'm supposed to be doing or something that I'm supposed to contribute. I don't know what that is yet, but it's been plaguing me - like I've missed my calling somehow.
We went to Big Sur about three years ago and hung out at the Esalen Institute.

