I’m in the throws of a dilemma… do I love coming to the USA, or hate it?
On one hand it’s total paranoia central – getting through airport security is ridiculous; scanned, x-rayed, shoes taken off, belt off (maybe naked scanning is next? 
), laptop out of bag, no more than 100ml of liquids (or 3 oz in the US itself, which confuses the hell out of me), and the liquids need to be in bottles labeled less than 100ml, and in a ziplock bag… all that to get on a plane, and I have to believe that true terrorists are better organised than that – surely if you need more than 100ml of liquid for whatever they use it for they’d just get several people to meet up and put all of their 100ml’s together??
On the other hand I love being in the airports here – I have a Peppermint Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks in my hands, there’s free wifi and and a plug socket beneath my seat. The customer service is amazing, and prices are really cheap for everything…
The big downside of this trip is that my darling Patrick isn’t with me. He had to work, so I’m on the visit alone, and that really sucks just 10 days after we got married. I’ll have to recover myself by shopping with every spare minute