Classical Guitar Appreciation and the Long Journey Home

Robin has now returned, and looks remarkably well, despite his long journey.
He whiled away the 7 hour wait at JFK airport by taking a stroll past some of the shops.
Not only did the lady in the toy shop recognise him, but, she also banged on the window as he passed, to say hello!
Robin then moved onto the duty free shop where the assistant remembered the perfume he had purchased on his last visit, and, congratulated him on his choice this time. (As did I)
Is there some sort of covert, classical guitar appreciation society, in New York, whose head quarters are based at the airport?
The lady in the toy shop told Robin to call her the day before he's next there, so she can bring some new stock in, maybe we'll find out more then...

After all the excitement of shopping, Robin found himself a wi-fi spot, logged into the blog, and brought himself up to date with what he's been doing for the last week.

Eventually it was time to board.
A quick last 'phone call home, then an hour on the tarmac, waiting 40th in line for take off.
They got under way, and Robin spent the journey sitting next to a nice young lady, with a very small baby.
The baby promptly vomited all over the poor woman, but it broke the ice, and Robin reassured her he was very used to children, and their less endearing tendencies.
Robin also made the analogy that being in charge of small children, is rather like spending time with a drunk. One minute they are laughing and happy, the next...
The rest of the journey was uneventful.

Now he is home and the house is once again full of music - and washing.....