I managed to roll out of bed a few minutes ago, eat some "goodbye" cupcakes a friend left for me last night, and get a good connection from the neighbors' wi-fi.
In about 2 hours, I'll take a taxi up 1,000 meters in elevation as I leave the valley which cradles Medellin, my second home.
In about 5 hours, I'll be on a plane again for the first time in months, on the short 25-minute flight back to Bogota.
In about 8 hours, I hope to be meeting Jillian and Danny from I Should Log Off for a drink.
In about 10 hours, I'd like to be asking Colombian girls to dance at a popular salsa bar.
In 24 hours, I will be on a Jetblue flight bound for Orlando, FL.
In 36 hours, I will be collecting my backpack at Dulles Airport in northern Virginia, and greeting my Dad.
In 48 hours, after 20 months of traveling through 21 countries, I will be waking up in the United States again.
