A little curry with your clothing?

I have traveled my way through a small portion of the world, visiting mere dots on our huge planet. One point I have become very clear on is that in countries with less of a belief in deodorant than my own, long trips on buses and time spent in subway trains and terminals is filled with the overwhelming scent of curry. That’s right – you get a couple hundred stinky people together and their cumulative body odor smells like the Indian spice I take so much joy in.

I return last night from a fabulous week in Ecuador, introducing Wonder Boy to the joys of international travel. I am happy to report that the South American towns we spent time in were among the friendliest I have visited and that I never once got a whiff of curry.

Yesterday Wonder Boy and I arose at 4:45 am to start getting ready for our journey home. We spent a combined twenty hours in airports or airplanes and by the time we arrived at the Cincinnati / Northern Kentucky International Airport, my eyes were red and dried out with the lids feeling permanently at half mast and I remained standing only out of muscle memory because my brain was past the point of functioning properly. After grabbing our luggage and finding my car, I dropped Wonder Boy off at his abode and headed home where I immediately crashed.

Twelve hours in bed spent intermittently sleeping and reading has done me well. So now I sit hear at my computer terminal reading emails and blogging, of course. In what is an absentminded gesture for me, while I read my emails I had my chin resting on my hand for support. And I’ll be damned, my hand smells of curry. Twenty hours in airports and airplanes will do that to you… Time to hit the showers.