Sunday April 26, 1998
I bid Kris adios early in the morning. We managed to share some breakfast, and then he was off on his bike. The taxi to the airport showed up shortly thereafter and it was back to home. Nothing eventful happened on the way – other than the fact it was the best I felt in over a week. Roger was waiting at the airport and we began the long drive back home. There was lots to reflect upon, but I was tired and wanted to get some rest since I had to go to work the next day. No rest for the traveler!
