Vacations are never exactly the right length.

But neither are most other things.
I am tired and cranky and don't want to return to my "real" little life with its worries about money and schedules and cleanliness and health and fitness. I loved living in a swanky hotel where maids came in and made the bed, scrubbed the tub and re-filled the mini-bar if you had an unfortunate secret rendezvous with Twix Bars and Oreos.
Perhaps I will feel better if I edit all the photos I took. I'll have to try to upload some... if any are good.
Knitting stayed in the background except while riding on a train to Naperville. The shawl is almost done....