Stepping off the airplane yesterday, a sigh escaped from both U and me. The warm humid air hit us like a wall. I whimpered and asked U if we could jump on a plane and head back to Canada. I told him I bet we could both get jobs in the tourism industry in Jasper. We could spend our days off kayaking and U could go fishing. I could eat plenty of raspberries and cherries and blueberries and nectarines and... We could enjoy summer and wear long sleeved sweaters in the evenings...
Instead we got on a bus, transferred to a packed train, and then walked home.
So we are home.
Kayaking on Maligne Lake and eating rainbow trout caught by U seem more than a world away. And they might as well be as all the things we have willfully ignored over the past two weeks (a translation contract and a few articles to be written for me and a conference presentation for U) are suddenly reminding us of their presence. Back to the real world, I guess.