Sunday 28 October 2007--And early to rise, 1:00am, in fact, to watch the Red Sox in the World Series on BBC5.
Bobby and I are off to the airport at 4:00 (Ron's flight is later). There is a longer layover in Amsterdam than we would
like, thanks to KLM's cancellation of our original midmorning flight out of Glasgow. Crossing the Atlantic, there is plenty
of time to reflect on the antiquities of Salisbury Plain, the castles of Wales, the whiskies of Speyside, the Butts of
Rhonda and Lewis, the Stones of Callanish, the summit of Bidean Nam Bian. Soon enough we are looking at Cape Cod in the
afternoon light, my first sight of North America since flying over Halifax nearly five weeks ago.
Bobby drops me at my doorstep, and I manage to stay awake as the Sox complete their sweep of the Rockies. It seems
like a really long doubleheader. I have some days ahead to sleep, and to dream about where I want to go next year.
2008
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