On the plane now back to San Francisco and I have a strange mix of emotions. I'm excited to go home but not quite ready to jump back into my routine there. I don't think I can be the same - I feel a shift that I can only hope will last. How do I explain what we went through these past 15 days? How they feel like worlds away? How humbled we were by the people we met and served, by a life we will never have to know? How do I describe that quiet dignity? Everything we saw and felt and tasted and grumbled and laughed about? All the stories we were told? Likely we will say it was "fun", "a great experience" and that will be that because it doesn't take long to start seeing eyes glaze over, despite best intentions. And what words would do it justice, anyhow? The good and the bad, all of this. It's been amazing.
hahah...that picture of you in front of the fountain (4th one from the top)....i have one in front of that EXACT fountain!!! :D except it was taken about ten years ago! wow.
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