Home again.

The Moroccan day’s and nights, jammed packed with exotic sights and savory tagines have evaporated like the mirages you see on camel rides through the Sahara Desert.

The adventure will linger for many moons.

Being in our quaint village in France and relaxing in our cozy home filled with the scent of exotic cheeses, crispy baguettes and lovely Bordeaux wines is deliciously inviting.

Paris is always a visual orgasm and a shopping extravaganza on the elegant Avenue Montaigne and Rue St. Honore.

After a long flight I am happy to wrap myself around my doggies and revel in the splendor of 2 ply toilet paper and tap water.

The trip is a vibrant family memory to drink in, savor and keep close.