jiggity jig

Home again, home again. Hard to believe, but it is so. Less than 24 hours ago, we returned to the United States from our incredible–beyond fantastical–trip to Europe. I can’t believe it, really. I have to note that, honestly, landing in the States actually made me sad. I want to be back in Europe! I want to be travelling! It’s always the way, isn’t it?

Our trip was truly tremendous. We are so fortunate and priviledged to have experienced so many wonderful things;, see beautiful, dazzling, stunning sights; eat incredible food;, meet quirky, kind, and interesting people; and travel–as a family unit–together.

Looking back (funny to write that considering that it hasn’t even been a day yet), I think I left my heart in Barcelona. Spain just does it for me. The food, the culture, the people, the weather, the language–me encanta. Germany, Switzerland, and Belgium were all very beautiful places that I adored experiencing. I feel exceptional to say that I ziplined over the Black Forest–I mean really?! I would never have imagined doing that. France was, as per usual, wonderful. I loved the seaside town/metropolitan feel of Cassis, and the surrounding areas that we explored. The people were wonderful, accommodating, and knew their food. Stellar.

But Barcelona. I think it’d be fair to say that I left a piece of my heart there. I can’t wait to get back–and I’ve only been away from that city for about 15 days. It’s crazy how a place can do that to you, isn’t it?

Now that we’re back on “home turf,” I’m preparing to make, do, write, read, be. In a week, we’re headed to Illinois.

But for now, I’m soaking up the memories while lying in the sun. It’s the common summer denominator, so (if I close my eyes) I can pretend I’m still on the other side of the pond.

R.