May you sleep like a baby

Bluer skies than I can imagine,
Daylight like it'll never end,
Blazing sun, though comfortably dry,
An after-dinner coffee by the sidewalk, watching the world roll by,
Staring in awe at amazingly high-ceilinged, gold-leaf-coated cathedrals,
Acting like cultured, art connoisseurs (oohing and aahing appropriately),
A solemn, depressing concentration camp,
Finding joy in the littlest things,
Strawberry-picking,
A hike in the mountain,
Topless beach (young, pretty women included),
The unexpected bronzy tan,
Trying on pretty clothes and heels, just for the fun of it,
Yoghurt, museli, fruits, bread - our staple.
Not to forget the junk food (biscuits, crispsss, chocolate) too,
An ice-cream cone in each city,
Hunting for authentic local food,
Hours on end in airports,
Relief at arriving safely (even if it took hours and hours longer than it should have) at every new destination,
Sleeping with rumbling stomachs some nights,
Wondering how many miles we've walked,
Attempting to take it all in so it might last a bit longer in the memory department.

And almost like it's never happened before, back in my isolated world of me, myself and I, desperately hanging onto fragile threads of sanity.