Home Sweet Home

Being back in Boulder is so wonderful, it almost makes me feel like traveling is just another way to make me truly appreciate the beauty of my home. All of the crazy adventures are already starting to fade away into a hazy memory of a wild dream - did I REALLY ride up the Alpe d'Huez and meet Cadel Evans? My father's eating habits are also starting to return to normal, although he can still consume more calories with less apparent physical impact than anyone I have ever met. He officially turned 50 last night, but no sign of slowing down yet - if anything he appears to be speeding up somehow. Practically the first thing he did, after we got back, was go for a bike ride. I, on the other hand, spent my first day back in town having a four-hour-long brunch, swimming in the creek, going to happy hour, and finally falling asleep during the last ten minutes of a movie. It is indeed good to be home.