Returning

It's time to return home. Yay! I miss the country. This city stuff is for the dogs. Everyone is always in a hurry. The funny thing is, where I am is not a 'big city' like Los Angeles. There really aren't any high rises...not what I expected.

Regardless, if you sit back and watch, it seems as if everyone is in a race against the clock. The light turns from red to green and everyone in the six lane highway floors it. Maybe they enjoy wasting the extra gas? I'm not sure.

The locals walking up and down the street always have a cel phone strapped to their heads. They almost run from place to place. They ignore the crosswalks and then get pissed off when a driver honks their horn.

The tourists, on the other hand, are on the opposite end of the spectrum. They meander about in a haphazard way. In their touristy bliss they are completely ignorant of the fact that they are taking up the entire sidewalk, causing a people jam behind them.

ARG I hate the city. Too much blacktop. The air stinks. You can't hear birds. You can't see birds. No squirrels, no frogs, no hills, no rocks, none of the country things I like. Get me out of here!

On that note, I have already streamlined the departure process tomorrow. Everything is packed, and packed well. My backpacking/camping packing stills have been put to the test in refilling up a carry on with everything I needed...plus more stuff I picked up at the Roadshow.

I am looking at the weather back home and finding that...ehh...it is going be stormy tomorrow at just the time I need to be landing. Wouldn't that just be a wonderful cap on the week? Why is it that every time I fly for a company it involves going through a thunderstorm.

I hate planes.


Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure. The view from my room and some shots of the street I'm staying on.



Here's another one



And one of the many special guests we had, Wil Smith of Hollywood fame!