I've been in a hurry my entire life, and it's served me well, mostly.  But when I'm in the QP, or the WCP, after a few days time slows down.  It's a great feeling.  I actually breath slower, think slower, and clearer.  

Last year, the last night of a tough 8-day trip, my buddies were talking about the cold beer, the greasy cheeseburger, the soft bed waiting them.  They asked me what I looked forward to.  With all honesty I told them I didn't want to go back.  I was ready to stay another week, two?  In short, I was in my groove...the bugs, the sore muscles, etc, -- the "hardships" of the trip -- all had become just background noise.  I paid no attention to any of it.  I was totally into that country, and felt a part of it.  

I've never stayed in for 30 days or even close to it, but I will soon.  The country defines me!  

prouboy