Prolepsis

So now I am a world traveler. Sure I have only been to one place outside the US (not counting anything in Baja California) but that one place was almost on the exact other side of the planet from me. About 12 hours away on a 24 hour planet. A world traveler. Yeah that's me alright. I flew right over some of the major continents. Asia. Europe. North America. I knew it because my Delta in-flight information map told me so. And how high I was flying (ft and km) and how fast (mph and kph). And the outside temperature in fahrenheit and centigrade. Had I been paying any attention at all I would have learned a whole other language.

So I find myself going through these pangs of longing. Longing to be back eating samosa and drinking Kingfisher in Mumbai after a long tiring day of walking around. Spending money. I guess that is the sign of a good vacation. And a somewhat spent emotional state. I went to work yesterday, the morning after I got back to Fresno. I stayed most of the day but literally ran out of gas. I went home to try and organize everything; things I bought and to whom they were to go, laundry started with piles on standby, get luggage emptied and put away. Clear out the mess that's all over my bed to I can use it to sleep on. About 9 I was out like a light.

At 3 AM I was wide awake. And hungry. I waddled out to the kitchen and fired up some Red Beans and Rice, a gourmet treat from the bayous of Louisiana. Then I came on back and fired up the computer and the TV. The news was on TV. At that hour of the morning it just recycles about every 20 minutes. You see the same report done by the same people over and over again. All in the name of readjusting my internal clock to PST. I'm glad to see Hillary and Barrack getting along so well, mostly. And that McCain didn't really do anything.

I made some instant coffee. Anyone who knows me very well would know that I used to consider this an abomination of the bean. However, as much as I might have earlier hated to admit it, I have grown fond of a certain milky sweet 'brew' since this was what I had almost daily on my trip. And one of my friends in Mumbai bequeathed me with a late Christmas gift; Davidoff Gourmet Instant Coffee. Strong and tasty it helped me face the wee hours of the morning. While feeding my desire to experience something of the trip once again. Meanwhile I have been editing and uploading my snaps, a little at a time. Click the slideshow on the upper right of this blog and you will open the album containing them all. At least all the ones I was able to upload. Eventually they will all be there so stay tuned.

Tomorrow I shall make an entry based on my journal notes.