Surrealism defined: Montreal in March with absolutely no snow.
I’m home again, though you’d never know it. It’s refreshingly cool after the heat of Saigon, but for March 24th it is ridiculously warm here. Since I haven’t really had any sleep in two days, that fact alone is enough to throw me into a weird Twilight Zone state.
The last leg of the flight from Chicago was brutal on my ears and nose, since my cold has apparently decided to make a comeback. The tiny plane had three other passengers who were also flying home from Vietnam; they were easy to spot since they were carrying around conical hats and Vietnam travel bags. It’s the destination of choice at the moment, I guess. (There was even a big article in the Gazette’s travel section by someone who did a similar trip to mine, only she spent three times as much. Yes, I’m feeling smug.)
Now I’m home with a giant pile of laundry to do and stacks of unanswered emails and other such necessities. I think I’ll wait and deal with them in the morning. First things first, a long luxurious shower followed by sleep. Travel definitely teaches you to appreciate the little things.
If you’re still reading at this point — and I can’t imagine why you would be — I hope you’ve enjoyed following my travels. I’ll look forward to sharing stories and photos with most of you in person really soon, and coming up with fun and creative answers to the inevitable great question: Where’s next?