Two days on Saipan (thank you, wife).
I lived there for seven years, left in 1998, came back for a visit in late 2000, hadn't been back since. It was... strange. Lots of people I knew still there, lots of people recognized me. Lots of memories.
But I'm not going to blog about it just now, because it depressed the hell out of me. One, some of my best friends are going through some really awful, horrible personal stuff; and two, Saipan's economy has violently imploded. It's like 1932 there, or anyway like what I imagine 1932 was like. Abandoned houses, shuttered shops, massive unemployment, capital flight, former garment workers trying to turn tricks on the main tourist drag. Just depressing.
On the plus side, the baby has two new teeth. And winter is visibly drawing to an end -- snow reduced to scabby patches, birds going nuts with the singing, crocus and daffodil shoots poking greenly up through the mud.
Writing my report. More in a bit.