We had a lovely breakfast at the airport and then he went on to his flight. Mine is not until 9:30 so I've been here watching the crowd grow. We will both be home with some hours left in the day. Nice.
We had a magnificent dinner last night - this was our appetizer.
It's been a great and wonderful trip. Just the right amount of everything. I am tired, my clothes are dirty, my feet hurt - even though I did precious little walking - I miss Zoey and I'm ready to be home.
I have often found that travel either solidifies my desire to move on to a different life or be far more satisfied in the one one I have. This time - as it has in recent years - it's the latter. I enjoyed the break but I want to get back to the real me.
And, I am ready to get back in the pool. Tomorrow. 8:30 am