There Ain't No Devil, It's Just God When He's Drunk

Or something like that. Yes, in 2 and a half hours, I begin my trek back home to the land of kilts, haggis, and Andy Murray.

My friend (one of the bestest one in the world!) drove all the way up from Cazadaro ( 4 hours away) just to see me before I left. She also agreed to drive me to the airport on her way back home. Double score!

So in about 2 hours ( still need to get dressed), we'll depart from this here ranch en route to greener pastures.

All the air crashes have not been good for my psyche. But I will endure. 31 hours and counting....