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I’m home.  I know I’m home because I’ve already made breakfast, yelled at someone and forgotten to water my orchid.  Back to normal.  I always feel like my kids grew while I was away.  They seem taller, wiser, more unshowered than usual.

Here’s some non sequitur pictures from the trip.  If I wasn’t so sleep deprived I’d write individual posts about them and delight you with witty commentary but I’m too tired.

We had a quick lunch before the event yesterday, the waiter asked us if we’d like to share some hummus.  We said yes – you should always say yes to hummus.   Here’s what he brought us….

There’s also a pile of warm pita bread that wouldn’t fit in the photo.  Are you thinking I live the life of Riley when I’m traveling?  Trust me, not true.  I didn’t take pictures of the sad Subway sandwich I had for breakfast that morning at the airport.

The hotel (sanctuary, resort, hideaway, heaven are better words to describe this place) where the event was held was covered with beautiful gardens. Look at these flowers!!

And here’s one last picture – mini pork dumplings from the reception.  So pretty and so porky (I’m told).

Are you all wondering what I’m talking about? Me too. Sorry. Tomorrow’s post will make sense.  Maybe.