We are at 14 weeks. We fly back to the
I am ready to be back in the
I am surprised at the ways that all the places we have been share similarities with “home.” I find myself in a grocery store or airport or public festival stopping and listening to the PA system for instructions, at which point Ron usually reminds me that he too can’t understand it because it is in Turkish/Hungarian/German/Czech/Slovakian/Polish/Lithuanian. I go into the store and am always surprised that I can’t read the label to find out if I am buying yogurt or buttermilk (not a great thing to mix up by the way). There are billboards on the side of the road, gas stations with mini marts, buses that drive slower than cars, fast food joints manned by sullen teenagers, lovers being reunited at airports/train stations, people playing with their dog in a park.
I am curious/afraid/expecting to be surprised at how it will feel to be back in the
I think it is fun to realize how very little you really need on an ongoing basis. I could probably write you a list without looking of everything in my two bags. Sometimes it feels a little frustrating or stifling, but most of the time it feels kind of nice to be simple.
I’ve had way more headaches on this trip than I normally get. I think it is at least in part because of carrying around the heavy bags…that always makes my shoulders a little sore. Plus, we have spent a fair amount of time in the sun and heat, and that can give you a headache. Ron, aka Captain Hydration has been very vigilant about our water intake, so I’m pretty sure I haven’t had any dehydration headaches.