I'm here, safe on the ground. I'll have access to the internets all week, so expect some fun trip-blogging.
That's it. Gotta go.
P.S. The hotel's pretty sweet.
"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists