Happy Easter

...and in a flash, we're home - as though we'd never been away. Cat's on the bed, the usual pile of unopened bills in a pile on the table, just a little bigger. I'm hungry for a burrito.

The trip passed in a haze. Neither of us slept. Watched a bunch of movies, but I can't remember any of them. Some big fat Indian guy had the window seat in our row. He kept the shade down the whole ride from Singapore to Seoul to San Fran (not that there's much to see over the sea, but I wanna know), and never once got up to use the toilet. I think he'd developed the ability to expel waste through snoring, which he was doing about 80% of the way.

We flew out of Kochin at 11:30 Saturday night, got to Singapore at 6:30 Sunday morning and left 3 hours later. We had a brief layover in Seoul around 4:30 Sunday afternoon, crossed the International Dateline and landed in SF just before noon on the same day.

Deb and I took a shower and opened the wedding gifts that came in our absence, registering names and addresses for thank you notes. I'm waiting for the camera to upload it's pictures to iPhoto as I write this. Then, I'll get a burrito and maybe make some semi-conscious effort to post some photos online. That might not happen 'til later in the week, when I'll also try to cull together some memories of the final week. The overriding atmosphere was RAIN. It rained a lot for the last week and a half. Leelu said she's 52, and in all her life she'd never seen rain in Kerala in March. Delhi has pledged Rs 35 crore (about $9 million) in emergency funds for the rice farmers in these backwater paddies whose crops have drowned this week.

We both gained a little weight in India, which we weren't expecting; but we know thanks to the bathroom scale we received as a gift, and we aren't surprised, because we ate a lot a lotta good food all over. Actually, Deb might have a different take on that. She finally reached her limit on Indian food yesterday afternoon, and was dismayed to find the only veg options on the flights home were Indian curry dishes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That said, the only time either of us got ill at all was one morning earlier in the week, when dehydration, and a big smelly dog, and the sight of a cat retching conspired to make Deb nauseous. Neither of us had any hint of food borne illness. Somehow we inoculated ourselves effectively. Maybe it was the wedding dinner.

Nonetheless, I want a burrito.