At the beginning of the Tour, on the big flight to Sydney our seats were near the galley where the flight attendants spent some time. When the flight landed and as Kristy and I were gathering our carry-on bags to deplane, the flight attendant said, “Welcome Home!” I responded by telling her we were from the U.S and she responded to that by saying, “Oh! We thought you we’re Ozzies for sure. Have a good holiday, then!” But the flight attendant was in fact prescient. The “Welcome Home!” WAS appropriate, for all our friends, old friends and new friends alike, welcomed us as Ozzies and made us feel as home in OZ as we have ever felt anywhere.
Our trip to OZ was more fantastic than I’ve been able to describe in a blog on the run; it was the Tour of our dreams. But it wasn’t a dream – it was a place; a real, truly live place. It was beautiful, and since "Home is where the Heart is" in our Hearts it will always be Home.
Thuh End
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