I hate it when I forget things and I'm hard on myself when it happens. In my haste, I left a beloved pair of ski socks (my feet get cold on a long flight) on the plane. Pissed off about it.
Could have almost used them last night too as I felt cold. After spending a couple weeks where the min temps were 33 degrees Celsius and above (no air conditioning when you travel by ferry, thank goodness for wind), home feels cool for now. Should acclimatize back before long.
This trip, coming so close on the heels of Norway had a lot to live up to. Because of the heat, I changed part my itinerary on the fly omitting what would have been a brutal 9 hr in the sun for a more leisurely visit back to the Dalmatian coast.
Right now I cannot think of another reason why I would willingly travel during summer high heat season anymore. I think I've seen all the places I want to see that are most accessible in summertime. Happily I shall go back to my shoulder and low season trips or go far enough north or south to get cool or temperate temps.
Glad to be back. I am appreciating more and more the amount of space and privacy we have here in North America especially as an adult. It's a novelty to live one on top of another for a short while when we know we can come home to 2000+ sq ft. Long term, it would take an adjustment.
Before you think I didn't have a good time, I did. I'll delve more into it later. I now know intimately why shops close between 1:30 pm to 5:30 pm.