Thanks for thinking of me, you guys.
Of course, I had fun. I always do.
I also experienced great joy, discovery, rediscovery, wonder, old friends, new friends, found newness in old friends, tripped over friends from another world and another time, varying degrees of weirdness and a little sadness. Further, I confirmed yet again that freepouring brings too much forgetfulness.
33 dives in 14 dive days isn't enough . . it's never enough . . .
Now, if those don't a vacation make, I don't know what the heck does.
Again, again, I want to do it again!!
Oh yeah, and I'm sick too. How come I can't ever return from a trip healthy? At least this time it's only a bad bronchitis and not that death's door thing, though I did suffer a few scary hours in Houston, as I made my way back.
How were your holidays?