The trip is done. Real life resumes.
We are back in the land of white picket fences and wild jumping dogs.
We will go back and check out Duval Street and remember good times with friends...
Cheyenne will over heat once again and need to swim in her back yard. Not swim but cool off.
And the bums, the street people, the local color will still be here sweating swatting mosquitoes.
There's no place like home. Glad to be back.