Tipsy

I am tipsy.

It is raining outside.

It is cold outside.

It is 10.30 at night, I had a delicious dinner of ceviche in Richard & Miwako's house, and now, somehow, I need to pack.

I have reached that inevitable moment in life planning where I decide - I can sleep on the plane.

I shall see some of you in Dublin. Others, I shall not see until I get back to Tegucigalpa. Besos muy fuertes a todos.

Hic.