I just spend a very quick two days in Utah visiting my parents; celebrating my Grandpa Wilson's 90th birthday; giving a lecture at my alma mater; enjoying a Matt Lewis band concert and their newest cd; eating some actual, good Mexican food with Justin's siblings; hanging out with 4 of my 6 siblings and their spouses and children; and meeting my newest niece, Mariah, and nephew, Max.
And all that in less than 48 hours. Despite the whirlwind schedule, the two red-eye flights, the rain and snow (in Utah in September!), missing Juma and Justin, and coming home to find Justin sick as a dog and Juma still in his pajamas at 10am, I had a great weekend.
When I came in through the kitchen door, Juma ran in from the living room and jumped up and down in excitement and did a little victory dance to have his mom back before giving me a big arm-and-leg hug.
It's rather strange to be hanging out in my parents' house one night, and to be 3000 miles away the next morning. It's amazing what cars, trains, and planes have done to our society. My friend in Pemba felt like she was so far away from her mom, and only got to visit her on some weekends. And guess how far away she was? About 2 miles. And since the bus fare was about 20 cents, she probably walked the distance most of the time. I think this friend has never been more than 10 miles from her home.
2 comments:
Sounds like you had a geat time. Did Justin tell you we are coming for Thanksgiving if my kidney/pancreas transplant doesn't get in the way.
He kind of forgot to tell me...but welcome! Hopefully we get the best of both worlds: you get the transplant AND you get to come at Thanksgiving.
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