Pin It I have arrived at home, but there is still so much to tell of my trip.
I’ve written most of my posts out as well...remember that willow-colored notebook I mentioned a blog or two ago?
Yeah, that’s the one.
Since I wrote the entries, “In the here and now” while they were occurring, I will present them as if I were still on vacation though I am not…deal?
Thanks for being so accommodating; I knew we were friends for a reason.
I was excited—for giddy is much too strong a word—I merely eager.
I rode the elevator higher and higher reaching a floor someplace in the eighties; along the way I decided on a self-portrait with the other occupants of the elevator; which they happily obliged.
When I arrived at said floor I found that there was to be a twenty minute wait to reach the top—or one could take the stairs the remaining distance. To the stairwell I ventured and traversed the last ten or so floors to the rooftop, where the landscape was laid out before me.
Words will say no more, and I will instead let the images speak for themselves.