After the conference in Switzerland I'd gone back to Santiago, but I soon found that I had serious cravings to come back home again. It was Christmas time and I felt like being in the UK instead of in Chile, even though work commitments meant I had to leave London on Christmas Eve.
So once again I boarded a plane with a maple leaf on it and headed back to the land of my birth, via the land of Tim Hortons. I grabbed a few sickly doughnuts in between flights, and then took off from Toronto in winter darkness. I watched a stunning sunrise somewhere over the Atlantic, and then by the time I landed in London it was dark again.