Life feels like a dream today; it’s as if I’ve been a part of the most bizarre time warp. I was gone thirty-six days but I think I would briefly believe anyone who told me I imagined the entire trip .. except that all of the trees are blossoming and I had to flip my calendar from March to May today.

Our flight was incredibly conducive to combatting jet-lag, but I woke up in the middle of the night to go the the bathroom and was instantly stunned by the feeling of carpet under my bare feet and not needing to crawl down a bunk bed ladder or scramble in the dark to find my bathroom-sandals. Oh, and I slept in pajamas instead of the outfit I was going to wear the next day. That was weird and felt disgustingly inefficient; spending a month carrying everything you need in a backpack seriously causes re-evaluation of the word “need” as it applies to material items.

This morning, I stood in front of my closet overwhelmed and had to fight the urge to walk to the dryer and pick out one of my trekking outfits. I ended up compromising with myself and wearing a new pair of pants and a trip-shirt. And then I realized it was after 0800 and no one was shooing me out the door. I ended up taking my dog on a long walk, got home and immediately decided to go back outside and walk a little bit longer.

This is going to be a transition.

Some pictures from our final days in Spain – waking around Santiago, a tour to the coast and our beach day in the Barcelona area. And, of course, handstands; always handstands.