The end of May arrived. 
It was time for my yearly visit to Belgium, to see friends and family.  We were on the road, not knowing where we’d
be next, when I needed to book the flight.  I had to pick a destination to fly out of and
chose New York.  Mark dropped me off at JFK, and I was on my
way, over the Atlantic.  He continued his trip north, to Boston, where he would
hang out with his friends and family. 

The inspection of the boat had taken place, two
professionals looked at a couple of other things and a new price was agreed
upon.  The owner of the boat promised to
fix a few problems while we were gone. 
All seemed to be going the right way. 
Mark kept me up to date over the phone and through emails.

My trip home was hectic, as always.  In a little over two week’s time, I tried to
pay each and every one a visit, combined with annual doctor’s appointments,
spending time with my parents, attending a funeral, and a wedding. What was I thinking, bringing a couple of
books to read and lots of ideas to write about? 
I had a good time, though, and promised myself to stay a little longer
next time.