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Home is not a place.
We become homesick because we get attached to things that we love. Which are usually things that are familiar to us like the house we grew up in. But feeling homesick can also mean something else, people who travelled or lived abroad for longer periods of time might already know where I'm going with this.
I never experienced being homesick in my life. Ever since I was a little girl I loved ...
Actually, someone else gave me some more gladioli, and Mona stuck them in my pack. The top of them kept bobbing over the front of my hat in and out of view. I was starting to feel quite seasick. Rein and Marianne also gave us some more gladioli later, but we both forgot to take them with us when we left for home.
The last three miles are always the longest. We expanded the 'spot the nationality' game into a ...
... My feet were a little sore, so I stopped for a while and took my boots off, giving them a long rest and a rub. I don't usually do this, I normally keep my boots on until the end, and I'm not sure if it was the wisest thing to do. Initially, setting off again for the final 7 miles, my feet felt better, but they soon deteriorated into abject pain, not from any blisters, but from the continual impact of foot on asphalt. The pain was really intense, and I was ...
... being. At the airport we had another small miracle when both sleeping bags fitted in Mieke's large bag cover (designed to cover all the straps and keep things tidy for the flights). We were rather happy about all this but we still had to conquer Ryan Air in London who are nothing short of anal about baggage. Boarding our flight back to London, a little Alpaca key ring fell out and rolled out of our bags onto Mieke's chair - huge grins ...
... instead of Nijmegen and it turned out Nimwegen is the German for Nijmegen and there are busses every hour. The only place Nijmegen is mentioned was for the outskirts with only 2 busses per day and not suitable times. All sorted and saved the €65 taxi fare.
We then spoke to Tony for almost 2 hours on Skype. Jean came to say hello and it was lovely to see her. It is a slow and painful recovery after her operation 2 weeks ago.
It was then time for ...