It's a long, long way home...

After a nice meal of grilled goat chops and potato salad, chez Barbara, I headed home, a little after nine. Now my place is a mere fifteen houses (all connected and none much wider than 20 feet) down the street. It took well over three hours to make the trip.

Why? Two Danish groups, one family belonging to my friend Christina-- the one with the art studio -- and one as part of the entertainment industry crowd who I know better each year were on the street with their chairs and wine and good conversation.

This is not a complaint. The sharing of culture, politics, memories, is the best part of the holiday. So when I crawled into bed at 12:30 I could only smile myself to sleep.