I like to see the sun come up so radiant and pearly
I’d like to see it every day
But the DAMN THING COMES TOO EARLY!
I have decided that hell is possibly a 4am flight. Mornings and I simply do not get along, I am always convinced that I’ve forgotten something.
Anyway, my whirlwind tour of a small portion of the US of A has spun itself to a close. In a few minutes we’ll be boarding the plane back home and I will return to the reality of tour guiding, dollar crunching and daily life. I have greatly treasured the escape from reality, and the joy I have found in speeding down the interstate with the radio blaring and my feet propped up on the dashboard. Turning in that car yesterday made us both sad.
In total I think I have taken over 600 pictures. Including the Adventures of Applejack, who – for those of you not on my facebook page – is a stuffed My Little Pony who seems to have become my travelling mascot, who will now be going on all kinds of adventures with me (so far she’s ridden a ferris wheel, played mini-golf and ‘driven’ a race car) and there are at least two blog entries that I haven’t even begun to compose yet…that are still half thought of scribbles in my notebook.
I learned a lot in the past ten days, in between the roadside attractions (Bible mini-golf!) and the diner food (mmm waffle house). For one thing, I learned more about American History that I didn’t know I’d forgotten, but that’s not all of it…not really. You see, travelling with someone teaches you a lot about that person, and I like to think that Amras and I learned a bit more about each other while we were zipping down that interstate, crossed some bridges, resolved some confusion (and, as is so often the case, perhaps created some more 😉 ), agreed and disagreed, came out of it all with the wind in our hair and the right song on the radio and perhaps that’s part of the appeal of roadtrips in the first place.
But for now, it’s time for this little gypsy to lay her weary head to rest..
Don’t ya’ll cry no more