Dear Sri Lanka,

I miss everything about you.
I miss how you smell--so distinct and unlike anywhere I've ever been. As if curry and sweat are just as much ingredients to the atmosphere as oxygen.
I miss how every tree bears a coconut. The palm trees here seem to be missing the orange pizazz that yours posess.
I miss the roads and the crazy agressive driving. All business. Everyone drives with a purpose.
I miss the dogs that have the right of way, and know what a honking horn means.
I miss "Sri Lanka time" and how you never know what time people really mean.
I miss your delicious tea that makes me feel at home 9500 miles away.
I miss the dark skin, small frames, and quiet voices of the people.
I miss the "hot grams" and papaya.
I miss the Chilaw city hotel, and the staff who work there every day, all day.
I miss the girls.
I miss Grace and Bridgette's awesome cooking.
I miss Seneka.
I miss spending every waking moment with an awesome team.
Sri Lanka I just wish I was with you right now. I will return to you, but until then we have our memories together.