I got back around 1:00 AM this morning and went to sleep sometime around 3:30. It wasn’t jet lag, it wasn’t excitement…it was “difference.” Funny how what we call home can change with such ease. In short time this will become home again, I know. But I think for a while I will still listen for the roosters, try to guess what the trucks are selling based on the cries through microphones, and wonder if there is any agua de jimaica to drink downstairs.
It was an experiencce I can not adequately describe and for which I will long be thankful.