What I'm Missing

After sixteen hours of travel, I couldn't have been happier to see my parents and my dog waiting for me at the airport gate. On the drive home, I was like a kid coming home from camp: catching them up on my travels and my friends, and the ways I'm already scheming to come back. Then we ordered pizza and I fell into a deep sleep at approximately 9:30 pm.

But here's what I'm missing most this morning:

Pretty bars in Bordeaux

Open mic nights in Bergerac

Churches that make me cry

Faces like this one

And this one