LAX to DFW

The last little bit of this nearly month long adventure is the trip from LAX to DFW. That's it, and then, we're home. No more winter in July or tropical breezes on a beach in Fiji. I love Dallas, but seeing so many beautiful places all in a row reminds me that while Dallas is wonderful in many, many ways, its natural beauty is somewhat lacking. 

I'm taking home a bag full of dirty clothes, a small supply of souvenirs chosen for their size and, of course, a pretty fantastic husband. 

Cas and I are not entirely set to the right time zone at the moment. It's just after four pm in Los Angeles, two hours later at home, and 11 am tomorrow where we just were in Fiji. We stopped at an airport restaurant and I wasn't sure if I wanted breakfast, lunch or dinner. 

Cas' mom is picking us up just before midnight, and for the next few days, we will be sleeping too much and remembering to walk on the right hand side. 

Somewhere in there, I need to get my name changed. I have only a small amount of time before the school year starts and daytime errands become impossible. 

We're headed home in a few hours, but until we get there, enjoy a picture of a drummer. Fiji style: 

 

Cas has better pictures than I do, though. If you haven't looked in a while, go for it: 

https://goo.gl/photos/oLwWVBiNbo2oR9D59