Although my fuzzy head still feels that is on a plane or a train or a bus or a boat, I'm really truly home. HOME! I haven't been home since Halloween night. I've been gallavanting around New York, Rome, Venice, Lucerne, Paris, London, and the Isle of Guernsey. I believe I have mentioned the generosity of my father before, but here is further evidence of his virtue: Dad planned, organized and payed for all of his ten children and their spouses to traipse through Europe, culminating with a few days on the Isle of Guernsey to retrace the steps of our family name. Amazingly, the BBC picked up on our story and interviewed our family for their radio show. Here's the link: Interview for BBC Let me not also forget to mention the kindness of my mother and father in law in New York, for taking charge of the two charges while the Quiet Man and I were away. Not a tear was shed in our absence. Better than the food, the sites, the art, the history, the world at my feet-better than anything was the chance to spend 14 days in the company of my brothers and sisters. I reverted to my silly childhood personality, the one buried underneath a decade of responsibility and deadlines, and spent a good 20 hours a day laughing and talking. I've resolved to slow down and enjoy this journey we call life a little bit more. Especially for the sake of my own little children, who are so ready to giggle and talk and watch clouds float across the sky. It's good to be home. I've missed you, dear readers!
Tuesdays with Dorie