Yet, when the time comes to go home, it's always a welcome thought no matter how good the holiday. I want to make sure my cat Zoey is well and that she missed me-not always an easy thing to determine where cats are concerned. I want to sleep in my own bed and do my laundry. I want to check my mail. All these so ordinary things we miss when we travel.
I wonder how Marco Polo and Jacques Cartier and Chris Hadfield felt when they came home after their world (and space) travels. Do you think as their ships docked they were thinking ahead to greeting their spouses or pets or planning a homecoming dinner party? Or were they already planning life's next adventure? I don't think I have it in me to be an adventurer. I like my creature comforts a little too much.
We packed a lot into eight days. It wasn't long enough to get a tan but at least I'm one shade darker white now. We took in some lovely entertainment, did a bit of shopping, took a couple of excursions and had some dining away from the resort for variety. I practised my Spanish and we met new friends.
I even planned a murder or two. Now the time has come to start work on refining the murders into workable plots. Sigh! Life is back to normal.