Almost home

When I was 10 years old, I went to Camp Thunderbird with my cousin, JG, in British Columbia. Many who know me now, who is ever keen for Ethiopian, sushi, and Indian, would not recognize the girl who lived on peanut butter sandwiches. This camp, which was about 2 weeks, I think, always served this awful veggie soup for lunch. I think they eventually caved and found me a jar of peanut butter. Well, there was one night where they served battered fish that had clearly lived its after life in a frozen state, french fries and chocolate pudding for dessert. I ate 3 helpings and if I were one of those miniature pups, my belly would have been touching the floor. Definitely didn´t feel so keen when I stopped eating.
I bring that up now because I just got to eat fresh fries and chicken fingers at the lunch buffet. A little of the familiar was so welcome. However, I was wise enough to stop while I was ahead.

We´re headed home tomorrow, land at Logan around 6.

Much of what we´ve been doing here is not overly noteworthy. I may scan my sketches so I can post them up here. There will be pictures of my hours of work on damaging my skin- living up to Mom´s nickname for me: brown berry. At some point I will describe Mayan coffee, at least.  quiet_elegance ´s beard has really grown in nicely and his eyebrows have just about entirely bleached out

I miss my tribe. See you soon!