…and just a little bored.

Thursday, July 29.

So, we made it. It was nice to sleep in our own bed, but by 4:30 am, the bio-clock was saying “it’s way past time to be up.” The postman just delivered several pounds of mostly insignificant printed matter and one of our bags that decided to spend an extra day in France will arrive shortly.

Having walked at least 6 kms. a day for the past month, we decided to maintain the regime by hiking to Basha’s Grocery for a few breakfast fixings. Rotterdam and Copenhagen had felt pretty warm, but they really can’t compare to an 85° Phoenix morning that includes 80% monsoon humidity.

We’re incredibly fortunate to have been able to make such a fantastic voyage. We avoided illness, intestinal distress, falls, fractures and most any other malady. We’re equally fortunate to have a comfortable nest to return to. So why then is there just the slightest feeling of “ho-hum?” I’ll write it off to a rapid downshift from 5th to 2nd gear. No Metros to hop, no 14th century buildings to photograph, no menus to analyze, no being chastised for two of us sitting at a four-top. Clearly, it’ll take a bit to adapt.

OK. Now what’d I do with that Kazakhstan travel guide?

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