This trip is, has been, and will continue to be, significant beyond words. If there is an English term for whatever the intersection of the meaning of the words inspiring, disenchanting, awakening, enlivening, depressing, joyous, and adventure-boredom is, then that definition should mention the dates of march 3-18 2010. I have learned so much and yet so little about so many and few things, somehow all at the same time. I realize that these statements don't convey anything of what's going on here, but that is more or less the point, which is that neither do I (or anyone that I've yet met for that matter), but somehow I now know more than I did before coming, capisce? There are so many contradictions in this country, and yet, appropriately, they somehow make more sense, and feel less alien to me, than many of absurdities of American life. I've experienced corruption and benevolence, pride and humility, smarmy double-dealing vs. true raw integrity, insight, insipidity, fresh beer, 100 year old eggs, surgery, service, and some really damned good soup. It is such a privilege to be here, such a privilege to be myself here, such an honor to be able, maybe, to one day be here and do some good. And if not that, then at least learn something. I have many adventures and photos, and souvenirs to share. Describing the food alone would take 10 pages. As the Operative aspect of the trip winds down I should hopefully have more time to keep this thing current. I know I've promised that in the past and here I am promising again. But, as they say in the dirty Jerz, hey, whaddaya gonna do?
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