I have a few minutes in an internet cafe before the bus comes and I thought I would quickly write something.

I've been thinking about coming home, what it will be like. If all goes well, I'll step off a plane in June 2012 and go into Seattle. I imagine the air hitting me and feeling really dry and cold, even in summer. And maybe on the porch later that evening, the relative quiet in the street will unnerve me. And the next morning, how will I know when to get up without roosters? The people will be weird, and the food will be just a little different. All the things that seem strange to me now will have become normal. Coming back is always hard, I guess.

I'm going to Veraguas with the group, for a week devoted to technical training. Gardens and trees. We don't really know what we're going to study, but it's at the beach so we've been looking forward to it as if it were a vacation. It would be needed. This past week has been hard work, gathering information about Nuevo Emperador to put a presentation together, and I think the accumulated fatigue from being here is starting to get at people.
So here's hoping we spend the next week in the sand, sipping margaritas.