I’ve spent fourteen nights in nine different cities in England and in Greece… including five nights in a cave. (Don’t feel bad for us, though… it was a wonderful cave in Santorini overlooking the Aegean sea.)
We spent the last night of our travels waiting in airport lounges for two delayed flights… first in Santorini and then in Athens. When we finally arrived in Barcelona at 6:20 this morning, the early-morning skies of our normally fair city were a threatening shade of slate grey. As we pulled our bags out of the taxi and began the short walk up our tiny one-way street, the skies opened all the way up, dumping two weeks worth of rain on us. We crawled into bed and slept like stones.
I love to travel. It is equally true that I crave the familiarity of home sweet home… wherever we are calling home right now.
DP and I have chosen – and are grateful for – this somewhat nomadic ex-pat life but there are times when we want nothing more than a homemade grilled cheese sandwich followed by eight hours of sleep in our own (firm) bed. This is one of those days. We’re making the transition between the exciting land called away and the comfort of being home.
Laundry. Running the dishwasher. Returning e-mails. Napping. Watching the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Logging couch-time. Blogging.
Photos and stories of Santorini adventures to follow.
Enjoy the weekend… Happy Easter.