the opposite of bon voyage

whew! a welcome return after much traveling, eating, visiting with friends and sleeping in strange places. it is odd to ache for the mundane from afar, especially when in somewhat exotic surroundings, (see below...) but that is what summer is for

it is hard to come back to a series of note-taking with so many gaping yawns of time in between. therefore it is best, i think, to sum up images when words do not suffice and endeavor to reflect back and reference gypsy-time when present and future times permit.

let it be summed up that while there was much of this...

(ok i can't really contain myself: yes, we stayed in a TIPI)

 

(pinxto boquerones)

we were really, quite swiftly, aching for this

very very grateful to renounce sealegs. hello mountain midsummer!