We left the Jamboree site early in the morning. We took buses to the station, and the bullet train back up to Tokyo, where we crashed for the night. The comforts of a hotel have never felt so good. We weren't sitting in dirt, sleeping in sweat, fetching water in buckets, or eating mountains of white bread.
The last thing we did in Japan was hold a sacrament meeting in our hotel. We reflected on the experiences we had, and bore powerful testimonies of God and his Church. The spirit present there will be remembered for a long time.
We've had the time of our lives at the Jamboree. We explored cultures and artistic masterpieces, united with youth from all around the globe, and shared the Gospel with all who would listen. But just like any great story, this one must come to an end. Our adventures are over, and while we will miss them, we are ready for the comforts of home.
Flying through time zones gave us an extra long day and some pretty bad jet lag. When we descended the boarding ramp in the Salt Lake City airport we were happily greeted by our cheering families.
It's good to be back.
[If anyone has pictures of us arriving in Salt Lake, let me know]