It took me a grand total of nine hours to get home today—leaving Cheltenham on the 12:02 train to Bristol, taking a bus to the airport, waiting at the airport, flying to Frankfurt, and then taking the train to Weimar.
Being in my own flat in Weimar is a pleasure. Knowing that when I wake in the morning, there will be acres of hot water from powerful showerhead will let me sleep well. Realizing that I am not living out of a suitcase is a dream.
Of course there is laundry to do, but that’s not an emergency.
The trip was highly productive, and I am glad I took it, but I now have no urge to travel.
At least not for a little while.
i’ve got the pleasure to travel on the 30-31st….
Sounds like how I feel after traveling from home to Las Vegas to home to New York City to home in a single week.
koko- good luck
CQ: I’ve done this too many times. Yet in a month or so, I will want to fly.