Doesn't mean you shouldn't ask
I am exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally, finacially, I am beat.
I have returned home, and people ask: "how was your trip?"
How can I possibly answer such a simple and well meaning question?
How can I explain what I have seen, what I have learned, what has changed me... I can hardly digest it all myself.
So the simple answer to the simple question; how was the trip? Profound.
For you, my loyal readers (I know you're out there...Loyal readers?...crickets chirp in the distance...) I will post in fragments, taken largely from my journal, kept regularly through out.
But first I have to go to Mexico. The family has descided to go to Rocky Point, Mex for the Christmas, so I will again be fleeing the country, if you can consider that suburb of the greater Tucson metropolitan area another country. But I am no longer quite so incommunicado, so drop me a line or give me a call or some such thing.
Hasta la revolucion, siempre.
I have returned home, and people ask: "how was your trip?"
How can I possibly answer such a simple and well meaning question?
How can I explain what I have seen, what I have learned, what has changed me... I can hardly digest it all myself.
So the simple answer to the simple question; how was the trip? Profound.
For you, my loyal readers (I know you're out there...Loyal readers?...crickets chirp in the distance...) I will post in fragments, taken largely from my journal, kept regularly through out.
But first I have to go to Mexico. The family has descided to go to Rocky Point, Mex for the Christmas, so I will again be fleeing the country, if you can consider that suburb of the greater Tucson metropolitan area another country. But I am no longer quite so incommunicado, so drop me a line or give me a call or some such thing.
Hasta la revolucion, siempre.
posted by Jared | 10:19 AM
1 Comments:
Well, I can help with the mental, emotional, and financial exhaustion by buying you a beer.
It will probably just make the physical worse, though.
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