Going to another country/culture/climate always involves 1-2 days of uncomfortable adjusting and the same is true in reverse.  Going from Anguilla to Barcelona for almost 2 weeks is about as opposite as you can get and I'm very glad that today finally felt the  back on "my" island again.

Driving to The Valley (our downtown) with Christmas Reggae playing on the radio and having to wait for 30 goats to move out of the road means I'm no longer in Barcelona.

Hanging laundry outside with the kids, in minimal clothing and flip-flops, while watching one of our daily, gorgeous rainbows lets me know I'm no longer in danger of freezing to death, like I was in Spain.

Having people honk and wave at me (short taps, which means "hi" in Anguillian) and giving a ride to strangers walking along the side of the road means I'm once again part of a community.

The water distillery owner, telling me the neatest story of how he opened his business and then discussing the purpose of life for 30 minutes is just the sort of thing I adore about this culture.

Having the grocery store cashier run up to me, hug me and tell me how much she missed me and loves me just melts my heart.

Wasting an entire afternoon in a government agency line, to be told to come back tomorrow just plain sucks, but it means I'm back in Anguilla.

Having to navigate around a 15 car line at the gas station, because the island is running out of gas means but one thing.... I'm home, once again.