It's good to be home.
On yesterday's flight from Heathrow, I sat beside a guy who was already 13 hours into his journey by the time he got to London. He was an emergency room nurse who had been visiting his sister-in-law in Sierra Leone, and had some interesting tales about visiting rural hospitals in West Africa.
When we landed in Toronto, he had a 3-hour layover before catching his ongoing flight to Halifax. I can't imagine it.
A few stats from my trip.
In the past 13 days, I have:
Travelled to 6 different cities in 4 different countries
Flown into and out of 4 different airports
Slept in 5 different beds
Flown, taken several trains, a boat, several buses and various taxi cabs
Done two formal presentations
Mimed vomiting at an all night Italian Pharamacia, once
Lost my suitcase, once
Reunited with my suitcase, once
Things I loved: Dutch cheese, being surrounded by people who work in the charitable sector, the wonder of discovery, pasta, every kind of gelato, the gorgeous little evening bag I bought in Venice, the beds at the High Road House in London, Marks and Spencer underwear.
Things I missed: Sushi, peanut butter, Buddy Benson.
I've posted this picture of Miss Piggy because the big news in the UK yesterday was that eating too much bacon gives you cancer. You don't really need to be an Einstein to figure this out. If you saw what these people fry up for breakfast on a daily basis,you'd get cancer just thinking about it.
Happy Friday.
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