But the fact that it's so far away is a drawback to someone like me who simply can't bring themselves to like flying, and having to cope with five (in the end, four, but let's not go into that...) flights was a bit of a strain for those three weeks, I have to admit. A sudden severe turbulent lurch just after we'd taken off from Austin for Heathrow threw me into panic mode that it took a stiff bacardi and diet Coke and plugging my headset into BA's 'The Well-Being Programme' (lots of relaxing music and soothing words) to recover from sufficiently to cope with the remaining eight-plus hours of flying time, and now that I'm back home I ain't goin' anywhere that involves losing touch with the ground for a while yet, I can tell you.
Saying goodbye to my friends in Austin, as well as to Lynn, my lovely housesitter, was poignant, but seeing Silva and Chilli again was wonderful in equal measure. Now I have lots of work and music-related projects to get my teeth stuck into - as well as a touch of jet lag to get over and getting my body clock back into UK time. But it's very definitely been worth it! Yee-hah!