(This post was originally written while this girl was in The Other Land. She’s backdating this.)
This girl and Smartest Friend are not taking too well to this trip physically for some odd reason. They are sniffly in the morning, achy from the soft beds and slightly grouchy from the many last minute changes in the schedules and such.
Also, they originally came planned to co-train a program, they ended up having to do two concurrent ones. Not that the extra training is a problem, its well within their capacities and capabilities, just that they ended up running themselves really ragged. And to be honest, they have a great time teaching together and they didn’t get to do much of that this time at all. Which, above all, was the real huge bummer.
The people were also a tad “off” this time round. Understandably, it is this girl’s first trip post riots and there is a palpable eeriness in the air that hangs throughout the day. People seem sad, oddly burdened and stiflingly angry. Like some think rising miasma that pervades everything. This girl no likey.
Still, everything went really well. All the rough edges were smoothed by the days end. Participants were all highly pleased. Counterparts were highly pleased too. They got invited to chi chi dinners. They got massages. They ate like kings. They caught up with old friends. They entertained each other and still tried to have a whale of a time.
But now, its time to sleep. This girl is doggoned tired.
And oh, Blessed Birthday to The Father.
