Closure
Hmm, just kind of trailed off there. Blogging for ten weeks is hard! I don’t know how people keep it up. Anyway, the last bit of the story, just so the 0.03 readers I have left aren’t left hanging: I spent a few days in northern Tunisia trying to feed myself despite Ramadan and visiting beaches. (I never thought I’d be so grateful for tourist ghettos, but the bartender at an Italian Club Med-type beach-chair universe set me up with a Limonata mid-afternoon one day—it was, let me tell you, a great heathen pleasure.) I went to Carthage. I flew off to New York and met up with Richard, Rodrigo, Kyra, Dean, and Amanda, among others. (This was very, very different from being in Tunisia.) Then back home to Seattle. As I started regaling visitors with the first half of my trip it started to dawn on me how many details vanished with that notebook in St. Petersburg—nothing left but this blog, my memories, and 7000 photos. Since then I’ve been back at work, catching up with friends, eating turkish delight, halvah, rice crackers, and melty chocolate brought back from the wilds of Eurasia, and winnowing the photos down to 3400. And tagging them. And color-correcting them. And writing a new java-based browser for them. All this will show up online someday. Until then, signing off!
