Back To Reality....

It's a harsh truth, but eventually we must all return to reality. After spending 10 days wandering and enjoying the company of my free will, it was difficult to return today to my domesticated routine. Add to that my severe case of jet lag and it made for one very very long day. I finally made it home last night at 8:00pm that means (given the time change) that I had been traveling for 18 hours. I was exhausted. My flights were comfortable and remarkably on time. I watched three movies on the 8hr first flight (soul surfer, Red Riding Hood, and Rio) and after changing plane in Pittsburgh (where I had to endure extra security for some reason) I read a book for most of the 1hr flight to JFK. NY was a mess from the storm over the weekend. Not just the airport but the roads as well. A major highway (87) southbound was completly closed off and there was tons of traffic in and around the NYC area. It took the Chauffer almost 2 hours to get me home (and even then I left my phone in his car, it now has to be mailed back to me). Once I got home it was so nice to hear all the commotion and voices of the three musketeers, they had to tell me every single thing they had done while I was gone. It was nice, but when I retreated to the solitude of my basement room I longed for the space of the apartment. I miss Paris already, and can't wait to return to see all the other secrets I can reveal of that mysterious city. My spirit is already yearning for my next trip. One of the best parts of traveling is choosing where to go next. I have always wanted to go to Istanbul, but I think London might be my next destination. At least they speak English there!