Tonight I’ll be sleeping in bed with Robinia and mom, which will be nice. Tomorrow I’ll be sleeping in th eguest house of a monastery, and for a few nights after that. It’s difficult to imagine time away from her, so central to my joys has she become. 

Coming home will be nice. 

More and more what I love most about travelling is the bit at the end when I walk through my front door. This is different from normal travel of course, I’ll be doing it for a purpose and all. Learning how to paint better. Is that a worthy trade for one less week with Roby? Maybe.

we’ll see.