Has it really been two weeks?

My, how the time flies in America. How do you people ever get your heads above water? It seems like there is never enough time to do the things you need to do here. I have a strong suspicion it is because you Yanks have to do your own laundry.

Needless to say, we have been busy. Last week we traveled to New York, where Jorge was Best Man at his friend Daniel's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding. They had cigar rollers. Jorge says this was over the top - after all, they're Colombians, not Cubans, so he says it would have been a more authentic experience if the guests were sprinkled with cocaine. (Thankfully, we were not). They also had terrific food, including a dessert bar. Unfortunately, I was not able to eat much, because I unwisely wore a beautiful taffeta dress that doubled as a gastric bypass. I literally could not fit the food in my stomach. Next wedding, I'm going with an elastic waistband, fashion be damned.

From New York we took the bus up to Boston, where neither of us have been before. Once in Boston, we two poor souls - who do not even own winter coats - were subjected to what felt like sub-zero temperatures and rain every day. Hasn't New England heard of summertime? We had a great time nonetheless, and I got to catch up with two treasured friends, Suzanne and Jennifer.

Then I had 3 last days in New Orleans of shopping, cleaning up the mess I made of my brother-in-law's house, and packing. As usual, I have twice as much stuff as I thought I had, and am worried about being over the weight limit.

Tomorrow I start the 2-day trek back to Malawi, solo. Jorge and Milo are staying with his family a couple weeks longer, and I am already teary-eyed at the thought of being away from my darling boy for so long. On the bright side, I get to watch movies (and maybe even sleep!) on the airplane this time...