Home again, home again. We rose at 3:00 AM yesterday morning for a 3 hour bus ride to the airport. While waiting for the bus in the pre-dawn light we heard running footsteps and saw two young men jump a hedge and run off into a parking lot. Right after that a police car zoomed up and began patroling the area. It was joined by a second car. Obviously we had witnessed the end of an exciting time.

The trip was largely uneventful. Wakana and I couldn't get seats next to one another. She sat with a pair of women on their way to Guam for the first time and they chattered away happily the whole trip. My companions were an older man and younger woman. She looked to be about my daughter's age. He had a lot of gray hair. She was excited about the trip and kept looking out the window. He split his time between napping and fondling her under the blanket they shared. He was asleep when we landed and she was so excited she couldn't sit still. At one point as we came in to land she looked at me, pointed out the window, and fluttered her hand over her chest as if to say her heart was pounding with the excitement of being there.

We got home to find the house baking hot. The AC was not running. There was nothing wrong with it and it started right up but it took a long time to cool the house down. These concrete buildings are heat sinks. It takes a while to get them comfortable. Between the early rising and the heat we didn't have enough energy to unpack.

Now, with a good night's sleep and the sun shining we are ready to take on the world. We are home again and all is good. We've been for a walk, got our paper, read the story about Kim Chee Warehouse Grocery Stores closing and the police displaying the burglarized contents they captured and made our plans for the day. It's good to be home.