I’m sitting in the airport somewhere between yesterday, today, and tomorrow. This whole traveling back in time is confusing. I’ll be arriving home today, tomorrow. It’s a weird thing to think about.

Today, or yesterday, or ? was my last day in Hanoi. It went by in a whirlwind. My sister and I inadvertently wandered into what we think was a funeral being held at the oldest Pagoda in Hanoi. It was jam packed full of people and there we were, the two foreigners trying to sight see. Oops.

We saw the Museum of Ethnology (I skipped Uncle Ho’s mummy), took an entertaining cyclo ride, then had dinner at a really nice restaurant where I fell into the pond. Yes, I fell into the pond and I wasn’t even drunk.

Now here I am at the airport, already 4 hours into my hellishly long 18 or 20 hour return trip. I’ll have all that time to reflect on my trip, but mostly, to prepare me for the reality that tomorrow I have to return to the real world. The world where people work.

It’s not that my job is strenuous or boring or even all that bad, it’s more that, working is not traveling and it’s really hard to get used to the grind after you’ve had pure unadultered freedom for awhile. Makes you get crazy ideas about running away.

Unfortunately, I’m too practical for that. Maybe.