Behind the Arrival

Yesterday morning, I was once again escorted to my transport by small group members that doubled as luggage carriers. This time, however, in place of Fi and Dave, there were Hannah, Alan, and Elle. (And Heather for a little bit, before she ditched us for academics.)















I had to tell them to look sad when they posed with my stuff, to pretend to be sad about sending me off, and it took them quite a few moments to hide their monstrous grins. And there you have it, all of my possessions for the past five months. Two giant suitcases, a laptop bag stuffed to capacity, and a Puma bag on my back that's not pictured.

When I arrived in Eddie in January, I wore the same winter coat that I had worn in Maine and Massachusetts, and settled into the climate quite well. This time around, though, it was quite a different story. At Newark, where my connecting flight was, the ground temperature was 81 Fahrenheit. I had on a t-shirt, sweatshirt, fleece, and rain coat, all of was were fit for the weather earlier that morning in Eddie Bert. I had to pick up all of my luggage in Newark and clear through customs, a big suitcase in each hand, two backpacks on my back, jackets in hand, along with passport, boarding pass, and custom form. It was quite the challenge and somehow in the process, I bruised my elbow. And ended up quite sweaty. I kept sniffing around to figure out which of the passengers in the lounge had the awful BO, and finally concluded that it was me. The only person that still had a fleece in hand, that even considered wearing a sweatshirt in the entire airport.

But before all this, there was my last night. And my long awaited fried pizza (not battered, just deep fried). It tasted surprisingly pleasant. And my only regret is that I had put it off until my last night to consume one, so that I cannot have another one for a long while. I am sure that that's probably best for my heart, but oh how my mouth craves it now. So crunchy and oily and good.















It was originally an onion pizza, so between the tomatoes and onions, it was practically a salad.















The pizza looked a lot prettier before it was wrapped. It was served with ketchup, or "red sauce," drizzled over it. I turned down the brown sauce.