“One week after New Year's Day in 2006, I was on a flight to Aceh…As we walked down the steps on to the tarmac, the air felt humid and tropical, familiar and almost Balinese. It felt like going home. As the heavy air embraced me, my first inclination was to relax into it, but yet this was not home and my entire body remained on edge.” DevelopmentTravelAcehAid Work Book:The Frangipani Year: Love and Aid Work in Post-Tsunami Aceh Source: The Frangipani Year: Love and Aid Work in Post-Tsunami Aceh