homecoming

I think coming home after a trip, sinking back into home's comforts and familiarity, is almost as nice as going away. We got back late yesterday afternoon and immediately I had a big fat cup of strong tea made with proper boiling water poured directly onto the bag and cold, real cow's milk instead of the hot powdered imitation. Cuba is not a tea-drining nation.

Not having any groceries in the fridge and not wanting to get right back into the whole cooking thing of home, we went out for Chinese, desperate for fresh, bright, flavoured vegetables that still contained some nutritional value and hadn't had the shit boiled out of them until they were gray and lifeless. And tofu.

They gave us fortune cookies, and I opened mine first: You are a traveler at heart. There will be many journeys.

Then Swee'pea's: The small steps you take will ultimately bring you great fortune.

And Sugar D's: With a little more hard work, your creativity takes you to great heights!

To which he said, "Well I guess I better get working on your site and make it work in IE.

We strolled home in the mild evening, and gave Swee'pea a bath. Afterwards, I laid down with Swee'pea and we cuddled, and apropos of nothing he said, Home.

It's good to be home and lying in our own beds. Now I have to start sorting through and editing my photos, of which there are something like 1500. I'm not quite sure where to start...

And don't worry... the story of the very fat taxi driver and the very flat tire WILL come, eventually.