Doesn’t it always seem strange to be having your coffee in one place, knowing that the next morning you’ll be having coffee in a completely different part of the world?

Here I sit in this lovely B&B, sipping strong coffee and cream. The maples outside the parlour’s window are already highlighted by the strong Albuquerque sun. It will get to 96 degrees today. I’m sure yesterday was at least that hot. 

And tomorrow morning, I’ll be having a coffee with Kevin in the airport hotel in Vancouver, British Columbia before we travel home to Sechelt.

People (often myself included) will whinge on about long flights and waits and the never-endingness of flying. But I’m here to tell you (and me again) that really, it’s all happening too fast.

There is no time to assimilate, to transistion from one landscape into another.  I think that this is what often contributes to what we call jet lag; it is a discombobulation, a stunned semi-shock at suddenly hearing new languages, smelling new aromas and trying to navigate a culture so different from the one you’ve left behind.

Trust me, I don’t want to walk home, but I think it’s important to leave a day or two on either side of a journey, to just rest into the next place. Too often, I just jump too fast into my life I’ve left behind.  Perhaps it might be smarter to sit with it a little, hang out and reflect and absorb…

That’s the plan from my comfy couch this morning. We’ll see how it goes.