And my body believes that it's still moving, I think.
We departed Providence at 10:27 yesterday morning, and the trip played itself out in reverse. Mystic, New Haven, New York City, Trenton, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington, and then back in the South, kudzu instead of wild grapes, Charlottesville, Winston-Salem, Greensboro, Charoltte, Gainesville, and then, about 9:45 a.m., home. Byron was waiting for us at the station, and it was good to see a familiar face.
This trip was very, very marvelous, but it's wonderful to be home, with my walls about me. I'll make a longer post later today or this evening. I need to unpack and decompress and catch up on some e-mail. Then I'll finish the "travelogue" and try to get a few photos up.