During the past two weeks, I've logged 16,000 flight miles.  Just flew from New York to San Francisco last night, on a flight that was delayed, as usual.  I call in my sushi order at Ebisu's SFO location from my cell phone once I land, and Joe now answers the phone, takes my order, and says, "Christina, right?  See you soon."

And the flying isn't done.  After a 12-hour layover, I am returning to SFO, my second home.  Jeremy and I are finally going on our belated honeymoon to Japan and Vietnam.  We leave for the airport in 45 minutes.  I'm not dressed.  I haven't eaten.  I haven't finished packing.  But I've been through this enough to have the confidence to sit here and type for a few minutes instead of freaking out.  That moment will come in about 40 minutes. 

People are congratulating us as if we just got married, and I explain that we have rescheduled our honeymoon three times, thanks to me wanting to choose what I hope to be the two most dead, inactive weeks in the stock market to travel.  I was concerned about being out of touch for so long, when my boss's boss offered up the option of turning on the international roaming plan for my blackberry.  He said to consider it a weddding present.  I told him that I was quite sure my husband would want to return that gift, if he could. 

Nonetheless, roaming email service will help us stay in touch, so I'm in favor of it.  I'm not the type of person who enjoys completely escaping.  You can run, but you can't hide if something is blowing up.  I'd rather know about it.  And, some of my dad's test results will be coming back next week.  My mom has informed me that my dad has no intention of being sick again.  I hope stage 4 cancer listens.

I'll post photos after the fact, but hopefully I'll be updating the blog regularly during our adventures.  Fingers crossed that the GPS system will work; I've had only moderate luck with it in Boston and no luck in Manhattan.  If during the next two weeks you see a 5'5" woman swimming in a black fleece Sony jacket that's a bit too big and taking pictures throughout Tokyo, Cu Chi, HCMC, Hanoi, and Halong Bay, it's very likely me.  If she pulls out a blackberry, especially when her travel partner has his back turned, and is typing feverishly (I have highly developed thumb skills), it's definitely me.