Dos Semanas

2 weeks from today I will once again be blessed with the opportunity to sink my teeth into one of those oh so sweet Georgia peaches. 2 weeks, which is 2 weeks more than my vacation time for all of last year, 2 weeks which is about how long I have been growing this beard (probably is time to shave), 2 weeks which used to seem like such a long time but after 6 months of being abroad, 2 weeks, well 2 weeks seems like nothing. Just 2 weeks ago the Pacific sun rained down on my back as the worlds longest left handed break beat against the coast of Chicama. The wave is said to be 2 km long providing one of, if not THE longest water ride in the world. The conditions weren't perfect but Chicama doesn't have to be in order to thoroughly enjoy yourself. No crowds, perfect sun, gorgeous point breaks, cool group and every bit of a good time - I would even goes as far to say it was an epic day on the waves - buen olas para todos! Could have been yesterday, but no, it was a solid 2 weeks ago. I think it is something in the salty air that can just evaporate time right in front of your eyes. I have been volunteering in the beach town of Huanchaco for the past month, but it could have easily only been 2 weeks - I just don't know where the time has gone. So 2 more weeks in South America, with no real plan to speak of. Even though there is still loads I would like to see and do, it looks like those stories will remain in another time and place. With only 2 weeks before returning home I feel as if, 'Other arms reach out to me, other eyes smile tenderly, still in peaceful dreams I see, the road leads back to you, oh Georgia, Georgia, no peace, no peace I find, just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind'. For all you Georgia folks, see ya'll in 2 weeks.