Munich airport, terminal one. It’s early, cold, and pouring rain under an overcast and bleary sky. Somehow fitting, it seems. After two glorious months galavanting across Europe, we’re headed home. Dusseldorf. LA. And finally, Honolulu.
No one’s saying much. Rather quiet bunch. All thinking the same – yet different — thoughts. For me, it’s a time to reflect, ponder. What are the “take-aways” from the experience? After all the trains, cabs, buses, museums, ferries, funiculars, sights and subways, how’ve we changed? What goes home with us, becomes part of our fabric?
We’re travelers. Unique, marching to the beat we’ve found to fit. I marvel at the confident gait and stride these young vagabonders have cultivated. Ipods, passports, paperbacks slung over their shoulder, they find their corner of the terminal the way their friends settle into their living room.
For Columbus and me, the business beckons. Payables, receivables, clients, marketing problem-solving. We’ve been plugged in from afar – technology is an amazing thing – but it’s time to be back “in the office” actually touching it up close and personal. And it’s summer – paddle season, sleep-away camps, hanging out with friends, summer programs . . . a whole sub culture to potentially get the kids plugged into, bringing order, purpose, and over-scheduling to the time traditionally reserved (at least in my day) for doing nothing at all. We’ll find our way, I’m sure, but in our own time. At the moment, all that activity feels like organized chaos (or “cha-chos” as Sacagawea calls it). We’ll ease back in, one day at a time, until we find our step. Reconnect with friends. Weave the fibers of the experiences into our own fabrics. Unpack. Pay some bills. Do some writing. It’s a clean slate, summer, and a chance to fill the palate as we want. Don’t rush. Get it right.
Then we’ll be off again to another part of the globe, our little family exploring the planet one place at a time.