Almost back

One final night before we make it home: Lazy in a freeway-side Burlington motor inn, Olympics on TV, truck crammed with luggage, groceries, chicken feed, laundry. We would have been all the way back to the island by now, except that I seem to have cracked a tooth yesterday and so this morning was taken up with attempting to get dental care. I’m petrified of dentists, but the trauma is being postponed til I come back to Seattle next week. I’ll just chew on the other side til Wednesday. With two friends facing cancer treatment, I can’t take my own dental phobia seriously, so I’m working hard to cultivate courage.

Right now the anonymous comforts of an American motel room: big beds, TV, bathtub, microwave, fridge. Bob is lost in a Canadian ice hockey game, and I’m wallowing around in my 1400 travel photos. What we appreciate most so far about being back in our own region (besides all our people being close by): Cool air. Cross-walks. Food variety (that’s a big one.) Knowing we can walk up to almost anyone and make ourselves understood. Laundromats. Hot water. Bathtubs. Snow on the mountains. Springtime.

I’ll make a folder of good travel photos, but meanwhile, here are a couple random ones:

Child on a bus

parade in Diriamba

Above Laguna de Masaya