It was a week ago that we spent our last night on the Regal Princess before disembarking on our own in Copenhagen, Denmark.
I’m one for marking all kinds of anniversaries, so today I’m acknowledging that I’m finally sleeping in the right time zone after spending time in the land of the Vikings and then jetting home over six time zones.
We arrived home four days ago; since then I’ve taken to sleeping at odd hours, expecting someone to make our bed and cook our breakfasts, and finally realizing that I am that person. It’s called jet lag, and I’ve tried various remedies to alleviate it.
The best remedy is time. And it seems we’ve endured enough of it. So when Earl and I went to dinner tonight, we toasted our recent vacation and smiled. After four days, we are finally home.
Welcome home Anne…