I’m home again.  It’s bittersweet.  36 hours, five airports, three airlines, and four hours of sleep — I’m ready for some comfy clothes and a long nap.  I love traveling, though – even the craziness of airports and the random weird events that I inevitably encounter.  This was definitely and adventure; if you see me in person drinking my Coco-Corona at King Corona in Ybor, ask about the 3 am Philly excitement, and I’ll fill you in!