I'm home from my stellar 10 days in Savannah, Georgia.
My travel site, Slowtrav, held a gathering in this most beautiful of cities, and over 80 Slowtravellers showed up for a few days together.
We stayed in hotels, motels, B & B's, apartments and private cottage rentals.
We ate Low Country cooking, Royal Champagne High Tea, Italian, Thai, funky southern food and fresh seafood by the boatload.
People arrived by car and plane.
They came from the southwestern corner of California to the northwestern end of Alberta, from the southeast coast of Florida to the far northern reaches of frigid, snowbound Ontario.
They traveled to Savannah solo, with partners, with kids and with grandkids.
Everyone arrived with their hopes and anticipation for a warm and welcoming visit with each other.
We ate together, walked together, visited and talked together and always, simmering in the background, our affection and love for each other percolated gently, making each moment memorable.
Some of us slept late, others were up with the sun.
A few Slowtravellers arrived early in Savannah and others stayed on after the rest of us went home.
We are as different from each other as black is to white, as day to night. Yet, we gelled like a finely tuned machine and each one did their part to help to create a wonderfully warm weekend of good company and good food...and not a little good drink!
I'm sleeping in my own bed and drinking out of my favorite cup, coincidentally given to me by my Slowtrav friends a few years ago.
I'm here in my own corner of the world, but a very lovely part of me remains in Savannah, waiting for me to return, God willing.
"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.” ~ Unknown