We knew there had been a change to the return flight from Johannesburg, but I didn't really look at the itinerary until yesterday morning. The first leg was Johannesburg to Doha.
Doha? What on earth is that?
Well, it's the capital of Qatar, this teeny, tiny country on the Persian Gulf (see it there?). Note how we are wanting them to go north and west, and how this flight goes north and east, nine hours out of their way. This "little change" made our poor group's total return time (flights plus layovers) over 34 hours (it was a mere 22 hours going eastbound)!
The hour ride home put us in the driveway after midnight, but it gave us a chance to ask questions we hadn't been able to ask (The most important one: "Did you take pictures?" Yes, I maxed out the memory card!).
Today we are just hanging out, and while we are doing two weeks' worth of laundry (minus all the skirts she left), we will be going through over 500 pictures and getting reacquainted.
People have asked me if I missed her, and I did, but I almost felt like she went off to college. Weird, I know. Like I knew I would see her again, but it would be a while, so take a deep breath. I knew she was safe and doing something important and having the time of her life, so I wasn't worried.
But it sure is good to have her back.
Thank you for all your prayers and support that made this trip possible!