Enroute

33 000 feet...no feet room...full plane...
we're scattered about, still a team. In fact, there's a baseball team
onboard as well going to a tournament. Baseball...sweet. I can't wait to
play baseball with the Dominicans. They will probably destroy us, but
hey, that's because baseball runs in their blood...

5:00 arrival at the airport was, um, 5:00 arrival at the airport...
what can I say, there's only one circuit running in my mind at that
time, which is..."COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE etc..."
But now, two hours into our flight, I'm feeling perky.

The exciting prospect before us is, um, really exciting! I remember 360
days ago being on a plane, having just left the DR, heading home, and
feeling real sadness at having to go back to North American ways and
life. Now, it seems like those 360 days never happened....what counts is
that we're going back to the DR. And I'm hoping - praying, that those
relationships forged in the previous years are still there and can be
continued...