I’m writing from Brisbane airport, with a heart full of love for our family, friends and our city. It’s been a glorious, cup-filling period leading up to our departure date and I’ve never felt more connected to Brisbane.
But the transition has started now. We’re going from Brisbane to away. We’ve got head phones, eye masks, movies, books, podcasts and pillows for a most luxurious 17 hours. And I get to spend that time contemplating what it will be like to arrive in Latin America and start my Spanish-speaking (well, listening and reading for a while) journey. I think I’m going to enjoy the almost sensory-deprivation (except for the plane noise) of that time before all the sensations of Buenos Aires.
I’ll write soon with much more interesting tales (mostly about steak).
VRPS
The Two Swords 