I rode into Santiago the night before my flight to help with the transition back to the U.S. That way I sleep better that night and I kind of “let go” of work and a whole lot more on the way out of town.
I found myself looking out the window on the long drive in, taking mental pictures that no camera would ever do justice, of this country and culture that I love. The rich countryside with its rice production. The people, so warm and lovely.
Part of me was almost sad to be going away from this place that I love and I call home for more than a month. And then I realized that I am not a woman without a country. I am a woman with two countries, many homes, and lots of people who love me.
I am blessed.