Coming Home...

When you are an expat, the feeling of "coming home " is usually reserved for the place you grew up. That moment when you see the small creek you swam in as a kid, or your feet hit the sand that was once the material for many a sandcastle. I love that feeling - and normally only get it when I go back to Vancouver Island.

It took relocating to Germany for the past 9months to let me have that feeling here, in Marin. Jakub let me take part in the Saturday morning run yesterday, very generous on his part as I am sure he was also dying to run with our regular group. As I got hugs and kisses of greeting, saw the familiar smiles, and the began moving my feet up Mt. Tam I realized I was home. For those of you that know us well you will realize this a momentous realization for me. I am always struggling with the idea of moving back to Canada closer to family, never really feeling at home here in California. Maybe more, never wanting to feel at home here? Either way, it sure feels like home now!

Planet Geneva

On the way to Chamonix we stopped for a morning in Geneva. Here is a picture of the lake by the outflow of Le Rhone.