A Weary Traveler Returning from a Successful Journey

Haiti Trip; Day 8. I am in the Miami airport and my itinerary says that I am halfway home. The truth, however, is a bit more complicated.

All around me my fellow travelers dart from here to there, but not me. My body tells me that I’ve darted enough for awhile, so I set my sights on a quiet corner where my dusty shoes and backpack are more appreciated.

There is so much that I would like to say about my trip, but I am too tired to focus my thoughts. So, for the next couple of hours, I think that I’ll retrieve my iPod from my bag and listen to some music. Maybe a little Cat Stevens or some Stevie Ray Vaughn. Better yet, I think I’ll just sit here and stare out the window for awhile and count the lights outlining the runway. For fun, I think I’ll only count the blinking lights. To me, they seem to be the most friendly.