Two weeks in Europe, a week home and it's back to Philadelphia. There, with fewer dinner parties and concerts perhaps I'll finally review trans-Atlantic travels, or just blog more than twice a month. Or perhaps I'll just occasionally check in with a post admonishing myself for my failure to blog.
Last fall's optimism appears to have been well-placed, as upon my return from Holland and its myriad tulips, greeting me were sprouts from the bulbs I planted. In a week, perhaps two, these sprouting leaves still fighting their way through the dirt will bloom, bringing color and life to my garden, if only briefly.
Whether I'll be in Minneapolis to enjoy the bloom remains an open question. Content from the trip forthcoming.
Amsterdam behind us, it's a chilly day in Paris, overcast and gloomy. Tomorrow, we head for Tours, and hopefully warmer weather.
Blogging will be sparse until I return, having left the cord for my laptop at home, probably the most important non-travel document I could have forgotten. Utter failure.
Having just settled home after two months on the road, it has quickly again become time for another jarring shock to my body's clock and my sense of place.
Tonight, as the sun falls over Minneapolis, I board a plane to head east. Stopping to greet the sun in Iceland, I'll continue to arrive in Amsterdam Saturday afternoon. From there a two week jaunt across four countries ensues. Tales forthcoming.