Wednesday, January 23, 2008

There's no place like home

Clicked my heels, and 4 flights (and 1 crying, fidgety, touchy baby) later, I am back to my true home: San Jose, California. Which was good for me to clarify at the LA airport this morning so my luggage did not go to Costa Rica.

Lots of time in airports and planes over the past 30 hours! Though being stuck in the seat right next to aforementioned baby for the longest flight (7 hours from Panama to LA), which those who know my thoughts towards children and germs will understand this experience for me, was mitigated by having an interesting conversation with the little tyke's mom during the 2 (precious) hours he was asleep. She is Ecuadorian, married to an African American in Arizona, and was returning with her 1 year old son after her first return to Ecuador in nearly 10 years. So we had a lively exchange about North and South American cultural differences, which really allowed to to summate and reflect on my own little glimpse into life in South America and how this relates to the world and my place in it. We talked about family, economics, immigration, marriage/relationships, raising kids, and food. I will post more about what is rumminatig in my head in thinking about these topics -- once I get some sleep and figure out what time it is, where I am, and what language to speak. Though this IS California, so I am permitted to continue by mesh of Spanish and English. Thankfully not to negotiate with taxis anymore...


For now, I am going to recoup some energy and spend time being spoiled by my family here before heading back up to Seattle early next week.

1 comment:

Lauren said...

Yay, welcome home! I can't wait to see you when you get back to Seattle!