Honeymoon Recap 8: Hospitable Home
The journey back home was long but largely uneventful. Peaceful. Given the tail end of our trip we were ready to return. During the layover in Seoul’s gorgeous Incheon airport I rejuvenated myself by doing full fledged yoga poses in my jeans and New Balance sneakers in front of the massive windows that look out to the air fields, taking full advantage of the right to be weird when you’re a stranger in a strange land. Before we knew it we were touching down in LA.
It was in the international terminal at LAX where we met my friend Doc, and bleary-eyed and jet lagged from our recent 13 hour flight across the Pacific, I said whatever it was that came to mind then and there in answer to our first state-side inquiry about how our honeymoon was. What exactly did I say? I don’t know. But as you may recall from the prelude to this tale, it was soon paraphrased as “The food sucked, we got majorly sick, and John went to a strip club.” That surprised me, but I suppose now it could be an accurate description of my bleary-eyed blurting.
Back at Denver International we were punctually picked up Tracy’s parents, Chipotle burritos in tow made precisely to our preference. (Cindy, my brand-new mother in law, had taken jotted down our order on a piece of paper at her desk back in October–have I mentioned how awesome my brand-new parents in law are?) During the drive to their place we happily recounted tales which much more fairly represented our trip than my first account at LAX, including the strip club. Soon we would be winding down in their Christmas-adorned living room (as I learned last year it’s a treat to return to the states with the Christmas season already in progress–so many decorations without any feeling of excessive build up!), and then retiring for a good 12 hours of sleep in their comfy and cave-like guest room.
It was so good to be home.