Despite our best efforts, time would not hold still, and the day came to say goodbye.  The night before we left town we had a final lovely dinner with friends, Isabelle recovered from the flu and at least her eardrums burst before the flight (we all took turns getting nailed by illness in Bhutan). The day we left was frantic, half written thank you cards, long meaningful talks with friends as it felt like life's mysteries and challenges needed to be sorted out by this tribe of wise men before we were left to venture out on our own again.    The dogs got extra treats, clothes were left to be transported back to Colorado on this magical chain of connections that helps bring credits cards in and memorabilia back out of the country.  Last words of advice on the water heater or the frozen pipes were given to the doctor who had moved in with us the last few days and would be staying the rest of the month.  It all seemed too short.  We should be leaving more at the altar of our time here, but time rushed forward, projects were handed off, long hugs and beautiful flights.  Words were left unspoken and emotions were raw.  Tears slipped down my face as we drove away. 

Before we knew it time travel had happened and we landed in the clean and organized airport of Singapore, a perfect foil of Bhutan.  The Christmas decorations had been changed to Lunar New Years ones and the food and shopping possibilities were endless dizzying.  And then 24 hrs from that we landed in our 32 floor apartment building in Ho Chi Minh City Vietnam.  That night we fell asleep, not to sound of dog packs, but the hum of 9 million people getting ready for the new year.  We have no set plans.  We are getting our bearings again reflecting on what happen, getting caught up on life, and our blog and figuring out which direction to move in next.   May our  journey continue to take us apart and put us back together in new ways and may the kindess and acceptance of life we learned in Bhutan continue to ground us no mater where we land.