A year ago today, I was walking on the streets of Berlin, not knowing a year later, I would still be away from home. It’s almost impossible to remember each and every day, but in some strange way, I feel I can. From all the places I have visited, to all the people that I have met, this last year, I probably have more than enough memories to last me a lifetime. Even now, I can still close my eyes on the coldest night in Bolivia, and think back to that day in August, standing in the desert of Cairo in awe of the majesty and imagination of those ancient civilizations, while feeling the heat of the moisture-less air, and the strength of the beating sun. It truly has been an amazing ride.

Why all this rambling and reflection? Yes, you guessed it, it is almost time to come home. Having already missed some important events back at home, and feeling that I could postpone a return date, for yet another year, I have finally purchased a flight ticket home, with a twist…

Light a firework (safe and sane, of course) and eat a nice juicy hamburger for me, tonight. Happy 4th of July.

Hope all is well.