the day after coming back from Paris, I was called by my boss’ boss’ boss. It was Monday, a holiday.
HE: “Mr. Junio, how was your weekend?”ME: “Umm, good, sir…” HE: “Look, we’re sending you to Haiti.”
In 48 hours’ time, I was on a plane from Jerez to Madrid, Madrid to Miami, Miami to Jacksonville, Jacksonville to Cuba, Cuba to Haiti.
I was there for 2 months.
And now I’m back.
Don’t quite feel like I’m all here yet. Like I’m kind of out of the loop. My travel mates seem to be faring better, I don’t know.