Last night blues

As I write this it's the last night of the trip, for me at least. Some people are going on to Cambodia, others are going home like me. And it's a bittersweet feeling: Overjoyed, of course, to get to see my wife and daughter again; and happy to have made several new friends and to have had some terrific experiences.

Sad, though, to leave the mental space that a trip like this creates, and sad to leave a beautiful country that I hope to visit again.

I'll add some more posts here as I process the photos - I haven't shown pictures of the monks in Luang Prabang, nor the Morning Market, or the party we stumbled into today. But I'll be posting those from home. Tomorrow I get on an airplane and fly for 27 hours, and see my beautiful wife and daughter at the other end. I can't wait.