Four thousand-plus miles and thirteen hours of airtime later, we're home. Of course, our luggage is...well, somewhere else. I don't know where, and neither does American Airlines, at this point.
The nicest thing about vacations is the coming home. We have presents to distribute, photos to download, laundry to wash and stories to tell.
But first, a nap and a shower, and not necessarily in that order.
Here's a teaser though: guess who caught the bouquet at the wedding?