I was on an Air New Zealand flight with Kiwi flight attendants, listening to New Zealand music, and filling in New Zealands' dreadfully prohibitive customs declaration form. Someone made the mistake of talking to me in Mandarin then switched to English - "Are you going home?" they asked with a friendly smile. "YES!" I practically shouted. I couldn't stop the huge grin spreading onto my face. "And you've been visiting Shanghai?" "Yes. Europe too," I replied. "But its good to be going home." It didn't matter that Lufthansa lost my luggage in Shanghai. It didn't matter that I had to run to catch my connecting flight from Auckland to Wellington. It didn't matter that the weather is terrible and rainy and blustery during summer. None of that mattered. I was home.
To the people in Haiti, devastated and deprived of their homes - my thoughts go to them. Home - whatever it means to you - is never so precious as when you have been away or, have had home taken away from you. To help those in Haiti, click here.
To the people in Haiti, devastated and deprived of their homes - my thoughts go to them. Home - whatever it means to you - is never so precious as when you have been away or, have had home taken away from you. To help those in Haiti, click here.
♥ Quinto di Treviso, Italy ♥
Come baaaack, Europe misses you!
ReplyDeleteTravelling is beautiful even cause you know you'll come home.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is lovely :-)
Mela
Travelling is delighful but it is always lovely to get home and look back on the fun you have had ! Beautiful photos!
ReplyDeleteLove this post. Honestly I'm always impressed to see how fair and cute and funny you can be at the same time. Most people mentioning Haiti annoy me as I think it all sounds fake but you manage to mention it in such a simple way that it just sounds right.
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So the Norwegian people (all five millions of them) heard you came to Europe without visiting them and let me tell ya: they're disappointed.
ReplyDeleteOk, now it's California's turn! :)
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean about the return home from a long trip! Welcome back!!!
ReplyDeleteThere's really no place like home. Bringing back unforgettable memories from your travels makes coming home more sweeter.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a fulfilling trip, Ana! :)
Welcome home :)!!
ReplyDeleteOh I get that feeling when I visit my hometown - I now feel very homesick!
ReplyDeleteYes...aint that the truth! No matter how marvelous the trip it's always sooo good to come home - my thoughts go out to those poor souls in Haiti too...
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling, do you think our accent sounds almost childlike when you haven't heard it in so long? Welcome home!
ReplyDeleteWelcome home :) I love these pictures--very soft and quiet. BTW, I got your postcard a couple of days ago. It totally made my day. Your beautiful description of Venice made me feel like I was there.
ReplyDeleteyes, diana is right...you must come here to visit now!
ReplyDeleteWelcome home!
ReplyDeleteso glad you're home safely. welcome back!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're safely home. Is Lufthansa working on retrieving your luggage? I hope so!
ReplyDeleteThese photos are lovely. Really calming. I love that little coffee cups to bits. It'd be great to thrift one similar for my little mug collection.
It's wonderful to return home, isn't it? Lovely photos, Ana! :)
ReplyDeletewelcome back (am I allowed to say that considering i
ReplyDeletem nowhere near new zealand) as usual you pictures capture the tiny moments of peace that home contains.
-indigo