It’s a Small World

I knew we were back with USA people when I was standing in the boarding line at Istanbul and a guy barely brushed my shoulder, then apologized profusely. By Chicago, the average weight went up significantly, all gender bathrooms started to appear and there was affordable food every few feet. Signs in customs kept warning of Limited Restroom Facilities, and we just laughed. They were literally everywhere.

There was nothing remarkable about our flights, except that they all went smoothly. We had to do a little extra quarantine stuff in Chicago thanks to Uganda and Ebola, but that only took a few minutes since none of us had touched a dead body.

And now we’re just about home and totally excited about our own beds. And bathrooms. And mice. Well, maybe not the mice. A guy in Uganda was talking about rats and said “there are the normal rats, and then the really big rats. They are called mice.” For sure! How I love foreign English. But please don’t say squeeze in Iraq. It means something shocking apparently.