Home again

You may have noticed the previous post was Thursday.  Not much happened Friday, just some shopping - we got three tablecloths for the various sizes of our table with and without leaves inserted - and a terrific dinner at La Gondola, an Italian restaurant.  During the day, Mike and I packed and hit the beach a couple of times.

Saturday was dedicated to coming home - after a last lunch overlooking the water at Turtle Pier,

we began the long slog through the air transportation system -- tickets and security and queuing up to get on the plane and sitting across the aisle from each other and in close proximity to strangers for several hours and passport control and baggage claim and customs and security and more queuing and more strangers (this time, 10 rows from each other) and a train ride and baggage claim and a shuttle ride and a drive home.  That's why we've been giving ourselves plenty of goof-off time since then.

It's good to be home.