It's pitch black outside and my body thinks it is time to rise and shine. Despite pep talks, my body refuses to recognize that we are no longer on Indian time. However, it does readily accept bowls of ice cream with hot fudge topping (evidence is noticeable on my shirt) and slices of strawberry shortcake immersed in the decadence of cool whip (Brian's birthday cake...mmm mmm). So you could say that I made it home safe and sound and in culinary terms am adjusting well. My luggage however... is MIA (missing in action). Once my luggage finds its way home, I am hoping to post entries from my journal since I was unable to keep you posted while in Asia due to the poor access to functioning Internet.
And then before long (a month to be exact), I will be out the door again. Mozambique beckons.
