My Mountain Home So Dear

Friends, enemies, and countrymen, I am finally back in America.

A moment of silence, please...

It is beautiful. America, I mean. Silence is beautiful, too, but I am still waiting for that.

When we flew into Atlanta, I almost started crying. It was raining. Raining! Have I mentioned that rain is my favorite weather? And that I haven't seen it for several months?! It was a beautiful experience.

Then, the passport official in Atlanta asked me what I had been doing in Jordan, and when I said I had been there for study, he said, "Is this home to stay or just a visit." I told him just a visit, because I am going to Taiwan next!

The next words he uttered were the most beautiful I had heard in my life--"Well, welcome back to America."

Thank you, thank you! Life is beautiful. And in about 5 mintues, I head to Provo, my real mountain home. And for those of you who still read my blog, in a couple of days, you will get the full airport story, as well as more posts on Arab style, music, public transportation, and backroading in the Arabian desert.

Get ready...