"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel
until he comes home and rests his head
on his old, familiar pillow."
We arrived at the Tulsa Airport this morning around 10:30 and set foot back at home around 9:30pm. One uneventful but very long day. An angel disguised as a Continental Airlines ticketing agent managed to get us on an earlier flight out of Tulsa which cut the wait in the airport by about 2 hours.
Sweetie called the planes we flew on puddle jumpers. I call them sardine cans. Flying today is all about getting from point A to point B with few frills. But we made it home safely and that's really all that counts, which is easy to say now that I've stretched my legs and gotten most of the kinks out.
I know I promised tales of our adventure and I will try to recap the week in the next few days. I've seen and learned many new things. I stretched some muscles I didn't even remember having. Some of my beliefs have been challenged. We met some wonderful people and breathed in lots of fresh air. I'm glad to have made the trip and glad to have come home.
Tonight I'm grateful for safe travels.