THE ROAD HOME

Well, we made it home in one piece, or two pieces I guess, tired of sitting in a car but exhilarated for all we saw and heard and lived: the Andy Warhol Museum, Fallingwater, Fiddler on the Roof in Yiddish, the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra, blueberries, Ground Zero, and museums in D.C., etc. etc. So many places, so many hotels, so many restaurants, when we try to recall something we're not sure where that was. We spent time with friends and met interesting strangers. And we listened to two audiobooks along the way. Kudos to David for driving all that way!

And of course there was the auction. The reason for going in the first place. It was good, not as good as we'd have liked but better than our fears.

And now, what? Back to the routine? No more living out of a suitcase? No more changing hotels every day?

This year we've had two longish trips with lots of moving and changing: Spain in May and the road trip in July. Where should we go next? I reckon we better stay put for a while. Meditate, marinate, process all we saw and felt. But sooner or later...