Well I'm back from my two weeks in Mexico City. It was an important experience for me. Yet I must admit that even that immersion in a foreign place, with much to do and learn, could not block out the unhappy and unsettled issues in my personal life. I missed my kids greatly, and it felt very odd to be so far from home, experiencing something so important, and then recognize that my wife was not missing me -- wasn't really 'present' in my life to hear (or care) about my experiences. I miss having her to celebrate with. I miss her presence and companionship. I miss having someone to come home to... Even though my parents met me at the airport and I spent the first night back, with them. And EVEN though it was GREAT to see my boys and spend the weekend with them. It really doesn't seem the same without her. I'm for THEM, they can't really be FOR ME, the way my wife was. Does that make any sense?

So now I need to write about Mexico. But I also want to write about the group of students I was with all this time. That's at least as interesting to me as the class and place was.