Got back last night from our trip. Had a fantastic time, the weather was wonderful and all the people we encountered were friendly, fun and memorable. We saw snow caped mountains in Switzerland, took a four hour boat trip zig-zagging across Lake Garda in Italy, we visited Roman ruins in Sirmione, Juliet's Balcony in Verona, and the Cathedral where French Kings were once crowned (and where Joan of Arc kicked English butt!).
We have eaten baguettes in France, chocolate in Switzerland and pasta and pizza in Italy. We are exhausted and overwhelmed by the wealth of the experience.
Although it is always nice to get back to your own bed, we both feel a little down that our adventure has passed so quickly - and sadly we are both back to work tomorrow. We did spend the journey home saying often, "When we next come through here...", and "Next time.....", so it is also the start of many occasions of such travelling we hope.
Right. Now to get some washing in the machine and reduce the mountain currently smothering my laundry basket.