Tomorrow morning I fly out insanely early, before the first rays of the day caress the frosted grass. It’s the long-haul flight home to Portland, Oregon. I am always impatient on the trip home. Itching to pack, to check in, to whisk through security and board the plane. High above the tic-tac-toe fields of the Midwest, I urge the pilots – just a little faster! Or I distract myself with books, trying to ignore the closed in humanity and pretend I am just sitting at home on a lazy Saturday morning with my coffee. That trick isn’t actually a trick – always a complete failure. I just want to step off the plane into home.
It’s the quickest flash-in-the-pan trip to Portland I have ever done. Few things will entice me to spend so much money for such a short stay and my childhood best friend’s wedding is one such monumental event. So once again I find myself slinging clothes into the suitcase and striding off into the horizon. Home to a side order of wet and rainy, if the weather report is accurate. And in Portland, wet and rainy is a sure bet this time of year. Bring on the puddle jumping and mist in my face!
Before I leave, I managed to compile one more slide show of photos from Iceland, this time from the northern region. So enjoy the city of Akureyri and whale watching in Husavik while I’m gone. I cannot promise any dispatches from the City of Roses, but I will try. Until then, click on the link to view the slide show.