And we’re home. After a whirlwind fifteen months on the world’s largest, most populated continent, we find ourselves at last stationary, comfortable, and unemployed back in the good ‘ol USA. Arriving in Detroit after twenty hours in flight, it seemed unreal that we were finally back. We would not have to find and haggle with a taxi driver. We would not have to worry about where to sleep and if there would be a toilet available. We could, at long last, understand every word we heard. I just about kissed the ground at Newark under the giant, American-sized American flag outside Customs and Border Patrol, right next to the fresh portrait of some guy we heard got elected while we were gone.

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