I love traveling. I am sure that you have guessed that by now. But there is one aspect of traveling that I do not like, that throws me off, that makes me less than the person that I deserve to be.....
It is recovering from a trip, especially a trip overseas.
If I am going to Florida, where I am just going to rest and relax then it isn't as much of a big deal. But when I have been gone to someplace that is so different from where I live then it takes me a while to get "back in the swing of things". I tend to be rather inefficient, ineffective, lay around and do nothing.
It is as if my regular life mojo is still traveling, still flying somewhere. It is not here.
Consequently: the laundry takes forever to get done, I have no idea what we are having for dinner (I think hamburgers but it is still early yet), my house is dirty, the leaves are still on the ground, and my "to do" list just keeps getting longer and longer.
It is at times like this when I wonder why we take these trips. For however long I am gone I need the same amount of time to get reacquainted with life.
I know, I am a whining, crying baby. At least The Biggest Loser is on tonight.
Hopefully the first "Africa" post will be up tomorrow. I am starting to go through all the pictures.....but there are about 976 of them so it takes several cullings before I can even edit. I mean, how many pictures of people carrying things on their heads to I really need. A lot apparently.