Oddly enough, I started my trip by going home. After selling my house, I visited my parents for two weeks to pack and take care of business. This photos is of an old paper mill on the Fox River in an area called “the flats”, named from the islands in the river. I thought this would be an appropriate photo for Christmas Eve.
Daily Archives: December 24, 2007
This marks the first time in my life that I have not been home for Christmas. It was one of those things that was bound to happen eventually, but it is still sort of weird. They have Christmas in Hong Kong, but it isn’t quite the same thing. I’m sure it is even less of a big deal outside of Hong Kong.
I hope everyone back home has a good Christmas. It’s the days like today when traveling alone can be rough.
I’ll be celebrating the birth of Jesus by visiting Portuguese ruins and Asian casinos. I hope to turn around the photos from Macau right away. I don’t want to get too far behind again. Perhaps I’ll have something tomorrow.
* The title of this post is the word “Christmas” in the Gilbert language. It is pronounced “christmas” just like you would say it normally, they just use “ti” for the letter “s”.