Reflection

When I was awake for a stretch at a time, I realized how sad I was going to be to leave.  In ten weeks from that Sunday, I would be back in Nashville.  In nine weeks, I would have already left Culiacán for Cozumel.  In eight weeks, Alma would have left for her scholarship at Dartmouth.  Wah!

I also thought a lot about our Fulbright group and how I would miss them.  I'm certain we will all stay in professional contact for teaching strategies, etc.  I think we'll also stay in personal contact, trying to have reunions surely at least annually.  However, it really made me sad to think this was the last time I would see them.  Sniff, sniff.