I love my bed.

I have finally returned from my trip and I have come to the conclusion that I have the most comfortable bed ever. During my trip - I stayed at some very nice hotels. The kind where they turn down your bed at night and leave chocolates for you on your pillows. But - they were either too hard - the pillows were too soft. It was nothing like home - my bed is just right.

I did enjoy my trip. My first venture into the huge city called NYC. I really liked that city. I wouldn't want to live there. I don't think high-rise living is for me. But the little intermingled cities and the contrast of one ethnicity to another in only a one block walk was quite amazing.

For example - one day I was shopping in Chinatown. I was hungry for lunch and walked a few blocks to the north and I was in Little Italy. The change of venue was apparent. Like night and day.

The smell of Times Square is something I will never get used to. I think because there are no public bathrooms - people use the streets. It smelled quite a bit like a porta-potty. If you are easily sickened my smells - the porta-potty smell along with the street vendors cooking food along the street will make anyone feel a little nausea.

Greenwich Village smelled great. Like someone had lit a scented candle for me as I walked the streets.

I also was very intimate with a NYC street. As anyone will tell you - the tourists look up. I did and didn't see the curb. So down I went. I was quite graceful in my fall - I think I scored at least a 9.5.

I took the subway to the Bronx and saw a Yankee game. The subway wasn't my most favorite part of the trip though. I was told to 'mind my own business' and keep my eyes to the ground. A terrible thing to do to a 'people watcher' like me.

Looking around NYC - I wondered how a handicapable person gets around. There are no dips in the curbs and stairs are everywhere. The doors are very narrow and usually require a step or two to enter.

My visit to Cape Cod was nice. It's very pretty and the flowers are in full bloom. The water was terribly cold. I think that the people that were at the beach don't know any better. The Florida seas are much, much warmer.

Boston was cool. I had a beer at 'Cheers' and saw some lovely homes on Beacon Hill. I stopped at a cemetery where folks have been buried since the 1600's (now that's old). The creepiest part there was a monument with a picture of some people standing in the same place I was looking at. The photo was over 100 years old. Nothing in the picture had changed. The house in the background, the broken headstones. I feel a little weird after that. (You know I see dead people).

Newport was disappointing. It was foggy at 12 o clock noon. HB said it was quaint. I saw a Gap. There is nothing quaint about the Gap.

Times change. Some people say you can never go home.

But - I can say I made it home.

And it was my best sleep all week.