Ok so, here's how it al went down...

I left the Bwc having used up all the ceremony at the wedding, and so goodbyes said, I waited in dispatch with no one around for about 30 mins while I waited for my ride to Ben Gurion Airport: The lift came and I went and in truth, that's it. I felt the plane take off in Israel and felt it land in London and my experience of the most blessed spot was over... Yeah. I arrived to my home and saw a young man standing where my little brother should be, when he hit me and said "where the fuck were you." I knew it was him and my year away had given him some time to have a growth spurt. We ate as a family, roast chiken and Irish potatoes, and just kicked it for a few days before I rushed off to the Airport to go to NEBY and really that's where it gets interesting. I got bounced from one canceled flight in London to the next and just when I had given up I got a late ass flight to JFK. I will never again fly American Airlines, it was by no means worth it, luggage lost no help and genuinely verging on aggressive. I ended up stuck out side grand central station at 2:30 in the morning and was accosted for money and freezing my ass off with nothing more than the coat on my back and a copy of "God passes by", oh yeah and like 1000 dollars. So I head into a Mickey D's to stay warm and wait for the metro north which doesn't run till 5 in the morning and get a cup of coffee, as I stand just out side the door having a smoke a black Sedan pulls up and the driver asks where I need to get to, I tell him Stamford and ask to see his Limo License. Needless to say he gets me to the hotel and the conference and Money changes hands, and, tired freezing and nearly in tears I stumble into the hotel and get my room and go to bed. The conference was... a conference, fun and insightful some times and a little boring at others, no Wetlands, but a good effort no less. It was during the conference that I met Joe, Joe is a new Baha'i from Dublin who declared in new york and who still lives there, for the time being at least. Joe convinces me to stay in new york for a few extra days and we had many an adventure. I attended a devotional, played at an open mic in the Baha'i center and saw a lot of the sights.We bought a guitar and to round off the tale of adventure, i was taken to the airport in a stretch limo... That's right a fucking Stretch. This story is better told in person and as such I shall leave it there and be thankful of all that happened. Till next we speak. (posted from my house in limerick, 23/feb/2007)