Twelve

Okay,
This is the last time I will definitely be updating. No promises once I leave. If I don't get online, by choice or by circumstance, I'll update on my return based on my handwritten journal.

Love to you all!


Edited at 2:30 AM Bella Bella-time to say that sleeping on the floor at the airport sucks. I am still in Miami for another hour or so. I have been here so long I'm beginning to think I dreamed my entire personal history. Was I actually born here, in the dust and debris around the water fountain? Was I raised by that vaguely female voice from above gently reminding me that I cannot travel with liquids in my bag? I don't know anymore. I am losing my identity to the constantly-blaring CNN and the smell of burnt, cheap coffee and the repeating pattern on the dirty carpet...

So: yes, excited to leave, or I would be if I weren't so concerned about the kink in my...well, my entire body. Good riddance, Miami airport. I hope we never do this again. Oh, wait...I have a ten hour layover on the way back, too. Huh.