The Official TravelBlog of the Twelve Days of Christmas in July North American Road Tour

I'm home. I'm tired. I'm happy. I'm rested. I saw new places, met great people, ate new food, tried new experiences. I traveled with two great guys for 12 days in less-than-private quarters and emerged still liking them both a whole big lot, maybe even more than before.

I missed Luis, and my friends and family. This trip made me appreciate my hometown of Brooklyn. Although I didn't have my ruby slippers with me, I always knew I had the power to go home.

• Day 1: We gotta get outta this place


• Day 2: From the bottom of the snake pit to the top of the snake ride


• Day 3: O-bye-o


• Day 4: Little else on the prairie


• Day 5: Gateway to corn, highway to porn


• Day 6: Okie is OK


• Day 7: Jesus saves...at Target


• Day 8: Chicks and chick peas


• Day 9: If it's Thursday, this must be Arkansas


• Day 10: Poorboys and pilgrims...and Bucksnort


• Day 11: Dolly lame-a


• Day 12: Some folks call it a zither, I call it a lap harp...mmm-hmmm