Well - I guess that's that. I'm at the family cottage relearning how to type on an English keyboard. The dial up speed here is reminiscent of FP and I'm connected at a blazing 24,000 bps. In this small way, I still feel like I am on vacation.
Michelle asked me about culture shock and I have already had a boat load. Travelling through the US on July 4th is a trip. Landing in Toronto and seeing 12 lanes of highway from the plane made me extremely uncomfortable. 48 hours ago I was riding a rickety bike and saying hello to everyone who lived in the 50 addresses around THE (barely) road in paradise.
I admire my two checked bags who had the mental fortitude to not go home and instead travel far and wide in search of new adventure (I am _so_ jealous). I can just see them singing now - "Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down. Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on."
I guess I have another couple of days living in a bathing suit.
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