O Luggage! Where Art Thou?

The wings seem so HUGE on this South African Airlines plane.

We arrive back in Minneapolis on a concourse neither of us has seen before--complete with massage area. Nice. Down to baggage claim where Jane's hubby and son Jay meet us. The carrousel honks, the light blinks, the silver surface begins to rotate, and perhaps a dozen suitcases plunk off the chute. That's it--and we wonder where our bags filled with grubby clothes actually are--still in D.C.? At this point neither of us has the energy to be too upset, and we decide that if something crazy had to happen, we're glad it's on THIS end of the journey. Delta assures us they'll find the bags and deliver.

Sunday: Delta comes through and our bags are delivered to our doorstep. All's pretty much intact, and I finally have the USB cable to connect the camera to the ipad. Now we can publish the last few days of this odyssey. But here comes the tough part--re-entry into everyday life. Harder than one might think. We'll probably add some final reflections of the trip as time goes on. So memorable and I know Jane and I are different people from the two that flew out on the 9th. So much in life to discover.