I woke up this morning in my own bed, hearing a light plane pass overhead. I thought it was the sound of the dive boat at the Jean-Michel Cousteau Fiji Islands Resort, which I've been hearing every morning for…
I woke up this morning in my own bed, hearing a light plane pass overhead.
I thought it was the sound of the dive boat at the Jean-Michel Cousteau Fiji Islands Resort, which I’ve been hearing every morning for ten days. I expect to open my eyes to the thatch ceiling of a Fijian bure and to hear a breeze rattling tropical plants. I expected to smell tropical flowers.
When I opened my eyes to my own bedroom I felt completely confused.
I think I spent over 24 hours traveling to get home. My body has no idea what time it is. I still feel ‘the motion of the ocean’ from so much time on dive boats the last ten days. I’ll feel that for at least another day.
I’ve got a whole travel journal to put up, and pictures, but that might be a few days yet, it needs some work to be ready for public view.
But right now, it’s back into work and what seems to have been a soap opera while I was gone. I’m still collecting the threads and trying to catch up on it all.
Welcome Home!
Gregg
That was far too long. Next time, you should bring us all with you. 🙂
Soap opera? It’s a whole 19th-c Italian opera–even with singing, now that I think of it.