Back in Vancouver!

   I'm in Canada now!  I'm over half way through my 32 hour day (and no, I'm not joking, it seriously is a 32 hour day, thanks to the time change), and in a few hours, I'll be sitting at home, crashing on either my couch or my bed!  My computer is running low on battery, and I only have limited access to the wifi right now, so I'll edit this post later with a few pictures from Vancouver.
   It's weird to be back in the United States.  It's even weirder to say that while I'm in Canada, but because of how Vancouver works, I'm actually on U.S. soil.  I've already gone through U.S. security and Passport and Border Control, and now I'm just a short hour-and-so hop away from making it to my home airport.
   It's exciting, and also a little strange, because a detail, one singular, poignant detail tries really hard to convince me that the past three weeks never happened.  One of the flight attendants on my flight back to Vancouver from London was also on the flight I'd taken from Vancouver to London three weeks ago.  I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by this, after all, it is their job, and why shouldn't they, but it connected the two flights in my mind somehow.  In all honesty, I can still remember the past three weeks, but it feels, in no small part thanks to this one detail, like it was all in a flash.
   Finally, I want to say something about traveling in general.  The honest truth is that I HATE flying.  I love airports, I love the places I fly to, but I hate flying.  The short little flights (like the one I'm taking today back to Portland) are fine, and even when I take a flight on a bigger plane, but with a relatively short distance, I'm fine, but I hate some of the larger planes.  Today, I have been cruising along through the skies at around 600 miles per hour, a whole 36,000 feet above the ground.  And as if being suspended in what is effectively a metal can almost 7 miles over the ground isn't uncomfortable enough, then there's the landing.  Ugh.  It's really bad when the plane comes down in lunges.  It makes it really tough.  Luckily, today the pilot brought us down real smooth, so I didn't even notice that I was almost on the ground until I was looking out the window at the runway.  And then I was on the ground.

   Like I said earlier, I will update this post when I get back to the states, until then, this is B' Dancin' Jones wondering... what on earth am I going to blog about now?

   EDIT: Alright I'm home now, and so here's a few pictures from the day.  First is Chamy with the plane that brought me home.  Below that is a picture of the clouds from the window of the aforementioned plane.  To me, the clouds looked like giant glaciers floating in oceans of clear sky.  And finally, it occurred to me that I didn't have a picture of Chamy at my home airport, so there he is.