We left Dubrovnik at 7:30 Wed. morning, had a 4.5 hour wait in Frankfurt, and a loooong plane ride to San Francisco. Then there was the BART ride to our car and the drive home. We were up 24 hours and happy to pull into our driveway in Reedley. Its sprinkling this morning and there's no California sun shining, but its good to be home.
Four months of planning, three weeks of travel and here we are again, full-circle and home again. We are safe, no one lost anything, nothing was stolen, all went well. We learned a few things about people and places, tried some new foods, and know a slight bit more about the political and territorial landscape of several countries in the former Yugoslavia.
This morning I'm enjoying our morning routines and sounds: the birds singing, the Frosted Flakes, NPR's broadcast. I began my to-do list on the plane and am gearing up to get to work. For the moment, however, I'm basking in the feeling of home along with the good memories of the three weeks past. My dreams last night were of walking cobblestone streets.
Now I just need to talk to Keeto, pick up Gilda, and smell my butterfly plant in the front yard.
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