In the last week or so, our travels have shifted from camping and/or hotels to staying with a series of generous friends, family and extended family hosts.

I have been thinking a lot about what makes a place seem homey.  It’s the clean soft mismatched towels, the live plants, the smell of good food that’s been cooked, mixed with soap and lotion and a thousand other things that a hotel can’t replicate.  This feeling of home is so welcoming at the same time that it makes me homesick for our own little place.

One great thing about traveling is that it reminds me of all the things I should never take for granted; like ice, hot showers, and that smell of home.