The journey has ended. Now jet lag, and washing clothes, and smiling when I think of Laura running across the piazza to hug us.
It was a wonderful journey. . . but I'm glad it's over and I can be here in my comfy home.
I keep thinking I'll think of something to tell you - but I think I'm too tired to think right now. . . well, except thinking about Laura running across the piazza to hug us. That was the very best part of the trip. . . for sure.