Except for possibly two occasions when I wore pants, wearing nothing but shorts the last two weeks, I’m back in the land of the sweater vest…in summer. After six flights, five hotels in five cities, and a goat-imitating waiter in Marrakech, it feels good to be back in familiar surroundings. I will miss the amazing breakfast in our hotel in Madrid and the postcard city views in Lisbon and Porto. I’m hoping I’ll be back in Sintra and Cascais again someday, and despite less than ideal conditions, I would like to give Morocco another chance. For now though it’s back to normal life and the daily grind tomorrow. A big thank you to my old college friend and travel buddy, Anthony, for making all this happen. Your generosity knows no bounds my friend, and I’m glad I’m along for the ride.