Yay! I'm home. As much as I like visiting new places, it's always the highlight of my trip when I get home. I missed my bed. I missed my place. I missed my cat... I know, I really missed my cat. I think she missed me too.

On Tuesday, Mike and I were talking after our trip to Tangier, Morocco. We were back at the Inn, having a relaxing moment from the day, sipping a glass of wine, and munching on some snacks. It was still sinking into his head that he had just spent the day roaming Tangier... in Morocco... in Africa... on a whole other continent. I smiled and kissed him because that is what we do. Then I said, "I'm looking forward to going home." He asked why. I then replied, "Because I miss it. I like our home. It's where our lives really are. Plus, I miss our cat."

Travelling is fun. Seeing places. Exploring new sights, sounds, and feelings. It's all great. But nothing can compare to being home. Safe. Secure. And at ease.

Pictures of Spain and Morocco to follow... that is, if I can figure out how to post the damn things.

Later.  ¶ 7:19 AM