Virginia, 7:16 a.m.

Taking a long, hot shower. Sleeping in my own bed. Watching the Olympics. Going to work. I overheard Natalie asking people yesterday morning what would be the first thing they would do on arriving home. I'm sure showers and sleep and stories told have been happening in the twelve hours since we landed at Dulles.

The reunion at the airport was great. We found at least one parent for every youth. (Except Andy who took a cab.) The excitement of being home was all that kept us standing.

I will write again tomorrow (after going through piles at work) with closing reflections. I'll add some pictures, too.