I’m home again. And as much as I enjoy the thrill of adventuring to a new place to meet new people and see new things, few things beat the absolute joy of collapsing into my own familiar bed in a state of exhausted bliss. Granted, there is a little white cat crawling all over me demanding enough petting to make up for a week-long drought, but even she is powerless against my advanced state of jet lag.
Finland was simply incredible, but it’s hard to tell you why. While the venue was gorgeous and reminiscent of Western Canada – save for the smattering of icy-eyed Finnish people – it wasn’t so much the setting of the trip as it was the people involved who made it so tremendous. But I have to percolate on that for a while before I decide what to write about it. This is all going in a future book – which, at this point, I’m expecting to finish for a 2009 release – and I don’t want to share so much that you won’t bother to read it all together in its finished form. But by the same token I can’t not write about this, so I’ve got to find the balance.
Speaking of balance, my body is really pissed off at me right now. We had a fantastic time, and yes I was well enough to party under the midnight sun all the way until about 4am, but now it’s punishing me for pushing it. I’m now in the delicious “Lung Butter” phase of my illness, and I literally can’t speak a word. Whispering even hurts, which made my trip to the grocery store this morning rather entertaining. So me and a pot of ginger garlic tea are laying on the couch watching the Travel Channel. All the better to plan my next excursion with, my dear.
More soon.
