Trains and boats and planes

You know how a tune gets stuck in your head?  For a couple of months I've had Dionne Warwick warbling happily away.  I know in the real song she's a bit mournful but in my head she sings with joy.  

Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
For someone else, but not for me
But this time it is for me!

And I enjoyed every minute of those train, boat and plane rides.  Not to Paris and Rome but to the places I dreamed of seeing.  I've had the best trip I could possibly have imagined.  There's nothing I would have done differently.  Nothing I'd want to change.  Perhaps I'd change about 10-15 minutes in the bus depot in Bath, England but thanks to my guardian angel and my lovely English sister-in-law, Judy I did get to Bristol airport in time to catch a plane to Ireland.  

I arrived back in the country on 12th, had a night with my older daughter and then it was on to a bus for a 6 hour trip to Taranaki to give my son-in-law a hand while my younger daughter is away in the States and France.  I admit to a bit of tiredness after 27 hours traveling but a couple of good night's sleep is all it takes for me to recover.  I do travel well, can sleep anywhere.  I tested that theory while I was in Greece by sleeping in an upright sitting position on my brother's boat when I didn't close the hatch above my bunk properly and it rained during the night.

And last night, 7 weeks and 3 days after I left I arrived back home.  I lingered in Auckland long enough for a catch up with my daughter and a hair cut, and to stock up on fruit and vegies. Now my bag is unpacked, the washing done although not dry as the weather isn't exactly sunny.  I've had hugs from the family and some lovely chats.  And made a start on sorting through my photos.  No, I'm not saying how many!

I might be able to sleep anywhere but there's no bed like my own bed.