20 Feb: Dubai

In Dubai I fall in the transit line. Chris walks off, hat on head, headed in the direction of baggage claim. He looks over his shoulder at me. So many times we have said goodbye like this. I think I am fine, but one cannot help to get a little sad, afterall it would be at least two months before we meet again. I find a seat in the crowded coffee shop and ponder the lack of free wi-fi in the U.S. as I navigate through emails and send messages of “In Dubai” to friends and family.