Well, I said I'd write a bit about going home from Sri Lanka but at this point it's old news so I'll briefly summarize.
We got home eventually with only a few mishaps: after a week of eventless white-knuckle driving in Sri Lanka we arrived on the modern streets of Doha and our taxi driver promptly smashed the minivan. No injuries (although RTM's back is still creaky) but the irony was notable.
Also, with the help of the internet we diagnosed the kids' bug bites as bed bugs rather than mosquitoes. Fortunately, we haven't seen any evidence that we brought stowaways home.
It was kind of strange to come "home" from a foreign vacation and land in Doha. It actually felt almost like coming home. Almost. We were really glad to see our friends in the compound, and to eat plain old peanut butter.
I did get a fun break last weekend - I borrowed someone's bike and went out for a ride with a group from CMU. It was awesome, and hopefully I'll be able to ride with them again. It's really fun to ride with a group, especially when you can form a pace line and really hammer. Or just click along and watch the camels.
Now we're back in school and getting ready for Halloween. J will be a ninja (realizing a lifelong dream), C will be a Roman in a toga, and A will be a Pumpkin Princess. As an added bonus, Gigi and Grandpa Dave are here for a visit, so we have a busy week ahead!
