Clouds and the journey home. . . . . . . . . .

I took these photos with my iPhone as we flew into Washington D.C.  

last Thursday evening. The flight from New Hampshire was smooth

 and the cloud formations just stunning.

The Pentagon and Potomac River

Northern Virginia 

Coming home from a trip, especially when flying is involved, is always

 full of nostalgia for me.  

Each time I land I give thanks for the safe passage, then, if necessary, 

as on that evening, I head to the next flight gate, or the lounge if time permits, 

and settle in for the layover. That evening our flight from Washington to

Raleigh was delayed 2 hours - crew problems - so a comfy lounge wait as

 dusk turned to night was manageable. Eventually, the last thanks for safe travel

 were given as familiar territory appeared below the wing, the landing was good,

 the bags appeared quickly, and the taxi took us home.

There's no place like home, is there?

Faraway Places - Coming Home. . . . . . . .

Vibrant Barcelona!

The pond at Eastgate Park, Raleigh, on my quick walk yesterday.

It will never cease to amaze, this hefting of a giant aircraft into the blue above,

 crossing cities, countryside, mountain ranges, oceans. . . . . . . . transporting us to

 places often very unlike our home.

Fortunately these recent journeys went without any hitches - planes, boats, trains,

taxis all moved us safely and comfortably through two amazing European countries.

Being back has brought a plethora of stuff to do - ordinary life was on hold as it

 always is when you travel far and for a lengthy time. Now we need to get the proverbial

 ducks in a row, organize ourselves, our home, the garden, the season's necessities, life!

I'll be back here soon - I have much to share from three and a half weeks in beautiful

 France and Spain.