I was sitting alone in Air France when I met a group of brown people. In fact, I'm almost positive that they were Sri Lankan because their Tamil was very distinct. I'll also add that I'm wearing my bright Sri Lanka cricket shirt, which probably drew them to me.
What makes them so special?
They brought a freaking RICE COOKER to the airport. Yes, the husband legitimately pulled it out and plugged it in to make some rice in the middle of Paris-CDG airport. Don't even ask. It was ridiculous.
And that's my day as I wait for my flight back to the Mid-West, though I'd honestly rather go back to Vienna and just chill for a bit longer...I mean, who wouldn't?