Checkered Flag

It looks like we are about to round the final corner of our European adventure. We have less than a week left here in Switzerland. The final t's have been crossed and i's dotted (for the most part, at least). We took our last weekend excursion up and around Bavaria and spent the last four days in Barcelona. Nothing like ending on a high note -- Peterthal style. Now it's down to the last nitty gritty's and we are outta here (insert frown here).

I have gone back and forth with whether we are making the right decision packing it in and heading back to the States. I don't feel like we are tucking our tail between our legs by any means, but it's just hard to see what we might be giving up by leaving or what we are potentially gaining by going home.

Last night when we were flying back from Barcelona with the ridiculously beautiful sunset over the Matterhorn out our window (I realize you are expecting a stellar sunset picture...which we have...but haven't made the editing cut with all the other pictures), I had a hard time keeping my emotions in check. I started thinking about all the places we have been, all the people we have met, all the memories we have made, and how all this probably never would have happened without Google sort-of forcing us into the decision to move here.

It makes ya think.

These damn tears. I swear something happens as you get older. Your tear ducts age faster and get flabby or something. I am not pulling out the tissues yet. Plenty still to come. Going away party on Saturday and World Cup extravaganza this Sunday.

...then you will be guaranteed to find me curled up in a corner with my head in a box of Kleenex.