There are a few things that make me miss the States, and soul music is one of them. It's virtually untranslateable, the feeling you get driving through the South while listening to music that's so incredibly hopeful and beautiful - and groovy! - in the face of so many odds. I also really want some quesadillas from the Taco Cabana. ;)

I was a bit torn yesterday, too; glad to be away from all the hoopla and the constant niggling fears, but paradoxically a little regretful to be so far from everything. How funny, having spent the last year desperately trying to get home. It's not something you forget. Nor would you want to, I suppose. +