On the morning of our day in Lake Geneva, we discovered that we had happened upon October Fest! Leaving the hotel room, we were content to walk the streets, chat with locals and feel at home... which you inevitably do in this town.

Farmers drove through bedecked streets ...

Bringing their fresh goods and calling out to the vendors in jolly voices.





I must confess that while outwardly I made friends with more than one local, inwardly I moved through town in a daze. Thoughts of my trip is almost over... soon I'll have to leave the midwest pounded through my brain, whispering in my ear, tapping me on the shoulder. I have always flown away from what I love the best. Or was it running? Who can say.

Some believe that the older you get the wiser, too. I say you just start longing for home...