I'm... peckish

Back in my house in the woods in rural Maine: a microcosm within American culture , if not a full-on island. Rewind two and a half days of flights, backpacking through lively Laos and touristy Thailand, and living and learning well in Godzone... It feels like last week, doesn't it?

I'm decompressing at the moment, being spoiled, choosing with care which parts of home culture I want to be reminded of. The farthest I've ventured into the past was a visit to a Boston IHOP. Entertaining, if a bit.. . stomach-churning. All the fat people sit at the tables, not the booths. Three days ago I was eating pinapple for 10 baht on a smoggy Bangkok street. Today I drank iced coffee, cooked eggs benedict, and climbed the local hill for which my oh-too-quaint town is named after. Tomorrow's plan includes tennis and sailing with my brother, who seems to have entered puberty without my consent.

And of course nobody will be disappointed, my hair is wilder than ever! Hooray! I'm back in the good ol' US of Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I watched Paula's Southern Cookin' (or whatever) on the Food Network this afternoon! Paula!

To all, e-mail with your number. I'd be ecstatic (d-uh!) to have some contact with the DC (45).

Miss you---y'all. Look for me in my apartment on the 29th or the 30th--or somewhen. :D