Home

We are home.

The trip was great. It was amazing. To be exploring new places, getting lost in history, watching the cousins play, have the grandparents show the grandkids so many firsts, all of that and more. Since we had a month away, we had the luxury to feel adventurous, relaxed, excited, in awe, amazed, in the moment. Watching the kids flow from new place to new food to new people with open eyes and hearts was incredible.
Coming home is always wonderful; being back in your own bed, rediscovering those special comforting corners. Even though the trip was a long one, the longest we have taken as a family, we didn't feel ready to come home. It didn't feel like 4 weeks, but a few days. Late night dinners in Spain were calling us, having the ocean at our door step was missed, we craved British chocolate, Moroccan breakfast donuts and flat bread. For the first week back I kept hearing the kids say to each other If we were in Spain we would be swimming in the pool right now or nothing is better than the smell of the ocean.
Now begins the sorted of photos (literally thousands), putting together our scrapbook, re-reading our journal, recounting favorites.
So slowly, I will be sharing our travels.