Home is a nebulous concept these days.
Since January 5th, we have been "home" for a grand total of 19 days. "Home" in quotes, because at times we felt quite at home while on the road, most often whilst standing knee-deep in a coastal flow and holding a flyrod. RoadTrip '10 v1.0, 2.0, 2.1, and 3.0 are now complete - some of it will linger for awhile in the memory, and some of it we couldn't get rid of fast enough...if you ever read this, Bangkok, we're talkin' about you.
At any rate, we are back home for the time being, trying to get acquainted with the cute chick that hangs out here (she says she already knows us...whatev). 52 days of mostly bad-for-you food, 52 days of not-your-own-bed, 52 days of what-smells-funny rental cars, 52 days of being abnormally polite and courteous is a hard stench to scrub off, but in this case we got a pretty good brush and soap combo comin' up in about 72 hours.
That's right, kids. RoadTrip '10 v4.0 is up next. 8 days at 19°31'51"N, 156°00'48"W with the nice older couple we used to live with, and with any luck we can get the cute chick that hangs around here to go, too. First class there and back, drinks with tiny umbrellas, sand, sun...That's what we're talkin' about. Word around the campfire is that the Costco over there has a bitchin' poke bar and the cheapest booze on the chain - you can bet that we'll be putting those rumors to the test.
184 hours to put the last 52 days behind us. It ain't gonna be easy, but someone has to do it.
'Ike 'oukou kaka'ikahi pule, haoles.