Coming back from a holiday is never cool, because I start missing the place the moment I leave for home. The recent trip is no exception.
When the equipment was cased and the suitcase packed I went out into the sunlit courtyard to say farewell to the picturesque mountains that had served me a home for two weeks. I never had such wrench and had never been so reluctant to leave. I was watching the vault of blue skies, the might of the the tall snowy gorge, the elegance of centuries-old pinetrees and was eager to become a part of them. Unfortunately, it was not going to happen... yet.
Later that day I arrived home down and depressed, as in my mind I was still up there skiing. I could still see snow-white slopes instead of brownish city slush and smell crystal air instead of exhaust gas. I craved so much for flying back!Monday was a blur. So was Tuesday. I feel much better now and learn to love the dirty and smelly city again. Have to be back to normal by the end of the week.
9 comments:
I think you are just missing the man of your dreams ;)
I agree with the comment above :)
that first pic is seriously superb !!!
I'm always ready to come home after a trip.....I love my little routines.......
Fantastic pic!!!!
That damn expat & Kasia, he won't let me. He calls.
hitch writer & Vodka Mom, the photo is spectacular, indeed.
was here sunny visiting!
Your coming home comment is so true...I get the same feelings. My problem is that I never seem to appreciate the place until I leave it. However, the nice thing about returning home after having been there is how the mind can replay the visit months later when you need the lift in spirits.
By the way thanks for linking my blog, I appreciate it.
Dan
A skiing trip sounds fabulous.
Dan Felstead, your blod is awesome and there must be more people to follow it!
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