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“Time steals that which is most precious” – Napolean

It is hard to believe, but I have already  been home almost one month.  I don’t think I’ve stopped moving in the last 27 days spent in the US, but other than squeezing my arteries a little tighter, it has been a good thing.  Now, my Colombia date (Oct 15th) has changed from something looming in the distance to a two headed juggernaut standing on my toes.

A two headed monster that speaks incomprehensible Spanish to me.  Yikes.

So in my daily caffeine-fueled rage to sort out things like last year’s taxes (yes, I’m serious), I’ve noticed that I am already forgetting a lot of nuances, lessons, and experiences from my last trip. My travel journal sits on my desk a full 6 inches from this keyboard, but I haven’t had the time to open it.

Sad, because inside that brown leather cover is the ability to be transported back to Indonesia within minutes. I look at it every day, longing just to vanish back into the islands for an hour.

Just for fun (and to keep them alive just a little longer inside my head), here are a few very memorable moments from my last big trip…..  [drum roll]

Getting attacked by monkeys in Ubud, Bali – Indonesia

Yep - those are my legs he's climbing up with his poo-flingers

Hiking around the Kelimutu volcano vent in Flores, Indonesia (details)

The gases from it were gagging but we managed to climb all the way around

Being the only non-local spending the night on Rinca Island with the Komodo dragons (details)

This one made an aggressive move because we got too close

Going traditional whale hunting in a dangerous canoe in Lamalera, Indonesia (details)

No whales to be found that day but we did get a dolphin for dinner

Living with a very remote family and documenting a traditional ceremony in Adonara, Indonesia (details)

Yep - I was the only white person in the region, can you spot me?

Seeing Gunung Ile api erupt while we were at sea

Ile Api means "Fire mountain" - no joke.

Seeing the shot-up buildings and UN peacekeepers in East Timor (details)

This is the mosque, full of holes.

Finding a strange voodoo square in the jungle on an island in Malaysia (details)

Those are just a few fun things that come to mind.  Imagine that instead of trying to squeeze all your living into a couple of days a week (the weekend) you were able to wake up every single day and do what you wanted to do.  Every day was Saturday.  No housework. No errands.  No television.

How much more living could you do in 6 months?