A mind that is stretched by new experiences can never go back to its old dimensions.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes
Our plane touched down last night at dusk. We were home (well, 40 minutes from home) from 22 days of exploring the sights and sounds of Portugal and Morocco.
It was a grand adventure, made all the more grand when we pulled in our drive, swung open the red cattle gate, and made our way slowly up the gravel road – grateful for our time away; grateful for our return home. (And especially grateful that Philip, married to niece Amy, had mowed just two days prior to our return.)
I've so much to tell you, but as usual upon return from travels, first I need to tend to re-entry chores. Give me a day or two and I'll recount the highlights of our trip.