Josh and I are up early. On the way to the airport to catch our flights home, Richard calls. He wants to come and have a coffee and say goodbye.
“When are you two going to see each other again?” he asks as we divide up the excess baggage.
“Oh probably not for a very a long time” I say, jokingly.
So he takes a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and rips it in two, handing us half each.
“This is so you can meet up sometime, and have a dinner on me”
It’s a nice touch.
We can’t quite believe this journey really is almost over, and the three of us wont be spending every waking moment together.
As we embrace and part ways Richard’s already on the phone. He’s heard Obama is in Vegas tonight and wants to hustle up some tickets.
It has been inspiring and frustrating and exhausting and remarkable and we’ve definitely got a film on our hands.
It has, as Richard would say, been real. And now we’re heading home.