Home again! My own bed, my own shower, my own...

I started to write yesterday, Saturday, my first full day home, but each time I attempted, I ran out of words, thoughts were incomplete---frankly unreadable. I managed to shop a very little at the farmers' market and cook a little food, also emptied the suitcase and looked at the mail. That was pretty much it! Today I feel better, even looked at my quilt downstairs--maybe I'll begin work on it today. (What a great idea to leave a simple opening to return to work instead of requiring actual thinking and problem-solving!) The laundry is already on the line

and, as you can see, the yard looks great with Mount Rose smiling over us

and rich purple lavendar blooming in the front.

All is well here.

Coming home was quite a long day:

Up at 3:30 a.m. in Paris

Flight to Frankfurt--what a stress that was! My plane landed FAR from the terminal and I was bussed two or three miles to gate A-something. My gate was Z-69! Before I could begin my rush toward the gate, I had to clear passport inspection. That was fine until the man controlling my line suddenly left! Oh, did I mention that I had about half an hour to catch my flight!??? 

Obviously I did catch the 11.5 hour flight, and some naps, two meals, and three movies later, we landed at LAX. Here is a bit of advice: Book your flight through all the way home, so you don't have to check in again, go through security again, and pay for luggage! After my 4 hour wait, my flight home was on time--hooray! I was met at the airport by Jenn, Jeff, and Sam (who was driving!), and my little dog Lizzie. (Ally was at volleyball practice, and I saw her yesterday.)

It was a fascinating journey! As usual I learned as much about myself as I did about the places I saw; maybe I'll share those thoughts with you sometime, for now they're not entirely articulate.  I am planning one more blog about the food I ate on the trip, should be fun.

Thank you for traveling with me; it was great to have listeners for my tales.