Whichever word one uses to describe the process, I think there is something fitting about the fact that my flight out is scheduled for August 15th, a date that all good Catholics will recognize as the feast of the Assumption. That is, the day that the blessed virgin was assumed into heaven. I just want to be assumed to Toronto via the friendly ministrations of Air Canada, and thenceforth back to San Francisco.
Where maybe, to celebrate my return home, I can go bageling at the Holy Bagels shop in Noe Valley.
Or possibly bailing. My spelling has taken a turn for the worse.
This morning I booked a flight back to SF, leaving in two weeks. This will give me two weeks at home before leaving for the continuation of this trip in Buenos Aires at the end of August.
Ten years ago, mere stubbornness (sp?) would have forced me to stick out the full five weeks here. Thankfully, as I get older, my actions are not completely governed by being stubborn. Now that the decision is made, I feel much better about my remaining time here in Chile.
Tomorrow I am slated to do a one-day excursion to valparaiso with some of the other students - actively looking forward to this.
Fellow wordizens: please don't think less of me for baling. Sometimes discretion is indeed the better part of valor.