I am back in the Land of My People for the rest of August. It is hot, sunny, and those old familiar feelings of sweat slowly dripping down the back of my legs as I wait for a subway and the smell of hot garbage along the streets of The Big Apple are making me feel right at home.
I will be heading to my “home” home this weekend where there is far less concrete, far fewer boats on buildings and more mosquitos.
I will try to write occasionally on these “pages” but it will be more of a holiday month, for those who are kindly following this blog.
It is not quite 8am, the temperature is a cozy 22C and I am off for an iced coffee. With lots of ice.