Well, today was the last day of our retreat. We packed our cars early (I actually started loaded mine last night so I could sleep in a little later) and turned in our keys. Afterwards, we met in the commons area, sat around in rocking chairs and had a debriefing session. People shared their favorite times and their experiences with one another. This reminds of what people probably do around a campfire. I don't actually know because I've never been camping, but it seems like what people would do.
In situations like this, there's ALWAYS a crier. Always. Never fail, somebody starts talking and once you hear that crack in the voice, they're a gonner. I was right. But in situations like this, there's always a wise-guy. So you know, once a good joke gets cracked, those tears dry right up.
I really enjoyed this experience. The weather was kind to us and the mountains are just beautiful. I plan to take this knowledge that I've learned over the week and put it to good use. Pat even recommended a book to me to explore food photography. Actually, the subject of the book is not on photography, but on southern culture, history, recipes, and the pictures just help bring it to life. I plan on purchasing that book and I know my mom would love it to. It's entitled The Boathouse: Tales and Recipes from a Southern Kitchen. The photographs are amazing.
Even though I enjoyed myself, there's no place like home and I'm glad to be back.