As I waved goodbye to Europe, I quickly realized how different the next 2 months will be. For 9 months in Switzerland, I was constantly surrounded by people, within my comfort zone, speaking English (mostly), always around familiar faces. But now, I was all alone. Just me and my backpack. I guess I was more melancholic than anything. On the plane back to the US (an 8 hour stopover in Miami), I couldn't help but to think about all the people that I've met, looking through all of my pictures on the camera But don't get me wrong. There was some excitement as well. I felt free. I felt adventurous. I had been reminded of the crazy times in Asia, and how fun it was.
So there I was. Air Berlin. A 48 hour journey to the other half of the globe.
When I arrived in Miami, I had one goal in mind: get me some fabulous baby back ribs. So I headed towards South Beach, and the first thing that I noticed: English! Oh how wonderful it was to speak English in America again! It's something that most of us take it for granted, but when you're away for over a year without visiting an English speaking country save a few days in Ireland and the UK, you realize how nice it is to be a local.
Not a whole lot to say about South Beach though. Just seemed a little bit trashy, but it was only 8 hours. Except those wonderful ribs. Mmmm....
So a few hours later, I was again on a flight to Rio, and then finally to my destination, Buenos Aires!
- Ryoji
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