March 31: The day that would not end.

I am finally home and am still trying to recoup from the jet lag. 17 hour time difference will do that to you. March 31 was the day that would not end. I woke up early to have breakfast with the family. Then Tom showed me Chinese Calligraphy. He made the paint and painted me a saying. Around noon we headed to the train station to meet up with the others. We took the high speed rail to the airport and we were off. A long flight to LA. Made even longer by the little girl who sat next to me who tried or kicked me most of the flight. Then a flight to Seattle. Then yet another flight to Anchorage and then finally to Fairbanks. March 31 was 41 hours for me. I finally got to Fairbanks around 1 am on April 1st. It is good to be back.