I'm home now, and remembering how great my own bed is, especially in comparison to the small foam mattress with a big gulley in the middle that I've been using this week.
I kind of miss everyone around me speaking spanish.
I learned today that when given the choice on an airplane of a breakfast meal that is some egg dish, versus a breakfast meal that is NOT an egg dish, and is something called banana bread pudding, or anything else for that matter, choose anything else. Airplane omelet=very gross. Which should not have been a big surprise.
I love to travel, but coming home is always wonderful.