Landing with a thump

So I'm back in Canada, alternately reflecting on my journey and focusing right here and now . . . wondering what the hell I'm doing.

The travel experience, guat city to Toronto, was blessedly uneventful - my favourite kind.  No major flight delays, no major crises . . . nothing.  I did have, believe it or not, a US immigration officer flirt with me and invite me to the Caribbean for his birthday this summer.  Given how formidable they can be, and how long I waited in line, I guess that's pretty noteworthy - especially since he was quite cute.

I arrived to a rather chilly Toronto retreat back towards winter (I had optimistically hoped that they'd be past this by now).  So I'm very grateful that I packed my sweaters and warm pants . . . and the new wool coat that I bought in Pana just before I left. It's a rather abrupt and harsh contrast to my last night in Guatemala - hanging out under the stars until the last possible moment before crawling into bed.  I almost locked up my hostel room and slept under the stars in a hammock . . . except that I don't actually sleep all that well in a hammock.

So, along with the cold on the outside, I also seem to have a cold on the inside, along with what I suspect is water transition blues . . . or something.  My body has declared war on me - demanding that I sit still and rest, rather than race full speed ahead the way I'm wont to do.  Although I can't say I'm all that happy about being so sick . . . it is ensuring that I take some time to think about what I want from this next leg of my journey, from this time here in Ontario, with my family. 

It's also a time to fill in my blog with missing stories, while they're still fresh . . . knowing they will be harder to retrieve as time passes.