I love Erma Bombeck’s line, “When you start to look like your passport photo, it’s time to go home.” I always think of that at the end of a trip. I love my home and love being there, but it’s always a little sad to say goodbye to the days of being a stranger in a strange place.
This adventure has been filled with new and old friends, wonderful camaraderie, great physical feats, music, cathedrals, life lessons, and good food. I guess it can’t go on like that forever or travelers fatigue sets in. When every masterpiece starts to look the same, you’ve passed the time you were supposed to go home, no matter what you look like.
So it’s pack up the pack time and wave goodbye to Paris, whose masterpieces never disappoint. Natural masterpieces followed by those of geniuses. Great trip.