I’m home. Me and my backpack. My suitcases are not. The good news is that I didn’t die on the trip, though I almost got ran over. I also worked hard and was hard worked.
Okay, I give up. I wanted to wrote a nice long post about the trip but my body thinks it’s like 6am and I’ve been up for like 22 hours with a 4 hour nap on a plane, and 18 of those hours were traveling.