Small world
This morning I watched the sun rise over the Great Smoky Mountains. The historic Grove Park Inn, at Asheville, North Carolina was already humming, preparing for the Obama visit.
Four airports, 2,000 miles and 9 hours later I walked in my front door and am about to put my head on my own pillow.
I love to travel. I love meeting new people and seeing new places. But most of all I love coming home to my own corner of the world.