When the federal officer stared at my passport for 30 seconds before he even dared to open it, I knew things weren’t going to be easy. After missing my flight to San Francisco due to an in-depth look into the world of rollerblading by the US customs, my second flight got delayed, and eventually cancelled because of hazardous weather conditions, and I had to spend the night in Philadelphia. Then I had to catch an early flight, meet up with my friend Clément in SFO, and wait some more to get my lost luggage & skates back, before I could step out of the airport and actually start this trip off, almost 24 hours late. After such a terrible start, things were bound to get drastically better though.

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