There's hundreds of pictures but I think this one was the best. It was taken on the top of the wall surrounding Dubrovnik, Croatia.
Oh my but it was a grueling day getting home yesterday. Plane late, missed connection, no cigarettes for 14 hours, spouse and I nearly killed each other. When we missed the connection, they got us on the first plane out and told us "run, I'm not kidding." Serge looked like a trapped animal as he said, "Do we have time for a cigarette?" Um, no.
I'm sure I was a delight to be around as well.
I woke up at 3:30 ping! That would be 9:30 in Italy. I uploaded half the pictures this morning already and went through my email which means I spent an hour deleting spam.
I'm happy to be home though, that being a tourist thing is hard work. Nine out of 12 days on the boat were port days where we had a limited time to see all that the cities had to offer. I'm certain we walked over a hundred miles. Maybe two. Today all the home things are pressing but I feel oddly detached and "whatever" about it. The things that brought me anxiety before leaving now seem mildly comforting; collecting late rent is a breeze compared to seeing Rome in a day.
Oh that reminds me, I pooped at the Vatican.