sailing home

Today is our 57th day on the voyage, meaning we have officially passed
the halfway mark on the Spring 2014 Voyage. There no longer is a
seemingly impossible stretch of days before us, but the same amount as
behind us.

Someone said the other day that we are no longer sailing away, but we
are sailing home. I was shocked momentarily by this but also greatly
comforted. When my flight landed in Yangon I had this moment of
realizing how incredible it will feel when my plane touches down in
Toronto. Home. I never thought I would miss feet of snow, the kind of
cold that hurts your lungs, and Tim Hortons (Mom, if there could be a
maple dip doughnut waiting for me at the airport that would be awesome).

I spent three hours outside today with a friend of mine, in our bikinis,
soaking up the sunshine. Both the reading and sun were a wonderful break
from school work. I just keep forgetting how my body isn't adjusted to
this equatorial sun- I'm burnt again. My previous burns have since
turned into golden tan, a colour I've only seen after weeks of summer
camp, so I know I only have to wait a few days for the painful stinging
red to fade. Doesn't make it any less annoying though.

We arrive in India tomorrow. I have something super exciting planned for
tomorrow, but I'll hold off on sharing until it plays out (hopefully).
The day after tomorrow I'm leaving at 3:45 AM for a flight to northern
India.

India was the country I always said I was the most excited for- I know
it won't be easy, emotionally, or with my travel schedule, certainly not
physically. These countries always seem to loom like mountains before
me, but then when I get up close it's just the reality of taking one
step after another until I reach the summit.