Back to the Quiet

The first time I landed in Baghdad, I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore.  This time when I came back, I felt good knowing that I am coming home to a little bit of peace and quiet time.  I love being in my own apartment and not sharing with anyone.  Sure, I do like the company of people but it's that meditation and quiet that re-energizes me.

The flight was as usual, two long days.  From Friday afternoon at 3 PM, to Sunday afternoon at 3 PM I came home.  The reason for the delay had to do with the usual layover in Amman.  Flights are limited going in and coming into Iraq.  After I read what happened in Jordan just the day before my flight, I started having jitters about traveling to the country.  I trusted in God to keep me safe and He did.

The scenery changed from Fort Lauderdale to Italian alps (had no idea where we flying over) then the pilot announced that we were crossing over the alps into Greece and Cypress.  Amazing...I guess because I flew through France, it offered me a different view.  I've never seen so many mountains.  Going though the Paris CDG airport to grab French Macarons was worth the trip!! Yummmm.

It's back to the salt mine tomorrow.  Hopefully the wait for my next vacation will not be as long (although I need a vacation from my vacation) hehehe!!

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Italian Alps (flight from Paris to Amman)