For many years, we've traveled to places around the world which intrigue us. Capturing photos, and always memories, this blog is our attempt to inspire others to pursue their dreams.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Monday, March 4th, Santa Rosa, California
Few experiences are more satisfying time and again then coming
home from a long trip away.
Sleeping in your own bed after 20 hours of buses and airports and planes
is so good. Especially if your bed
is he kind that no hotel used by tours would ever afford. Supporting every one of the
shifting curves in each of our bodies without disturbing the other, long deep
sleep just came not a moment too soon.
Awakening to a neighborhood of friend’s morning walks, and
driving off to work, our welcome greetings signal a return to normalcy in a
community we love. The box of mail
our postperson brought to our doorstep bore invitations to re-emerge from
controlled privacy. Slowly, we
walk back into a familiar routine which better supports our bodies, and eases
our pace of change.
Unpacking to either the washer/dryer or the pile of latest
art acquisitions in search of locations, we take an inventory of the trip’s
experiences and decisions. Which
clothes to replace, purchases to store, and memories to set into the back
locations? Comparing now available
research, did we really visit the right places, have the best experiences, and
learn the most we could? And are
really that much tanner and slimmer than we left? Do our Panama (actually they’re usually made in Ecuador)
hats make us look as cool as we think, and how much will we wear them? When will we stop greeting and thanking people in Spanish?
Refilling the hummingbird feeder, and sprinkling the pond
with fish food, we’re welcomed back by those friends. I notice that hungry blue jays are busy sorting through
rain-gutter snared oak tree twigs, and helping reduce my often-postponed,
precariously-perched, roof cleaning days. My shout-out to them is only tempered by a wish they
wouldn’t also drop twig-bomblets from the oak trees over the hot-tub while I’m
in it. But I guess my
dodging is a small price to pay.
Catching up on the radio news, reversing vacation holds, and
contemplating watching the many hundreds of hours of taped favorite series
episodes our digital video recorder captured, we decide we’re back. It was a wonderful 38 days which
greatly expanded our sense of many different peoples, and brought us lots of
new friends. Now, we begin to
integrate it all into what the rest of 2013 brings us.