In the wee hours of the morning, children with vuvuzelas were outside my hotel room, turning my dreams into nightmares (people cried in two separate dreams).
But I awoke to discover they were swans on the lake, honking through the night.
After a youth spent traveling the world, I'm now exploring the wonders of my own backyard, with the help of Ollie (the dog) and Adrian (the husband).
Wonderful! A perfect haiku of a post!