The Weight of Things: Bread in my Bag
I purchased the cheapest possible seat to Paris. This meant I'd receive no food, water, seat selection or checked baggage. Of course the thought of no food terrified me, so I prepared by making a sandwich on a huge bagel from Ye Olde Brooklyn Bagel Shoppe. I was armed with an extra 'emergency bagel,' just in case I lost steam along the journey. I also brought a couple snacks: a weird Hershey's cookie bar, pretzels and an American classic: Goldfish crackers. In a mild panic, and with too much airport time, I bought a spinach bureka and saved half of it for the plane. My carry-on bag, a medium-sized leather purse, was overflowing with foods on the way to Lyon, the capital of gastronomy, and Turin, the capital of taste.