It is autumn, and we are home — always my favorite. The air is crisp, the trees brushed in gold and rust, the beautiful hues of late afternoon slanting down across familiar streets. After nearly two months of travel, the rhythm of home feels both comforting and welcome. Our suitcases are unpacked, the laundry done, yet traces of the journey linger — an apron from my cooking class, a ferry ticket, the scent of spice still clinging to a scarf, and the memories of the beauty of my travels.
This trip began differently than we expected. We had planned to finish our long hike through France — to walk again through the quiet countryside, to wander the narrow streets of small villages, and to savor that sense of freedom that comes from traveling on foot. But circumstances changed our course shortly before we began.
What a beautiful surprise that change became. Instead of walking, we drove — and the adventure unfolded in ways we could never have planned. From our direct flight to Germany from Travis Air Force Base to every stop along the way, everything we needed was given to us, often just when we needed it most. There was a rhythm to this journey, a grace that carried us forward — through laughter, discovery, and the gentle joy of spontaneity. We moved where the spirit led us, and we relished our time together.
We traveled through lands rich with history and heart — from Italy’s sunlit coasts to the high peaks of the Dolomites, from the serenity of Slovenia’s lakes to the romance of Venice’s canals. What exquisite travels we had! Every change in direction seemed to open a new window of wonder. We met people along the way and had a moment to hear their stories and learn about how they overcame adversity. We were reminded of the value of love for family. Oftentimes, we did not know where we would stay that evening, trusting the One who was guiding us. And, just like our walkabouts, we always landed exactly where we were meant to be.
As I sit at home and watch the leaves drift down outside my window, I take a moment to reflect on all we’ve seen and the quiet blessings that have shaped our days. Travel always reminds me that plans may shift, but purpose remains — and often, the unexpected road leads to the most meaningful places.
I thank God for His goodness towards us. He guides our steps and directs us, providing safety, beauty, and a deep sense of peace that comes from knowing we are never truly alone but always being led. Most importantly, I am thankful for our time together.
It is autumn, and we are home — two of my favorite places. I will tend my vineyard, work in my garden, and prepare for the next season. I will take the time to rest, to give thanks, and to remember the countless small miracles that turned our journey into something more than we ever imagined.
We are loved…
Tom and Nancy’s Journeys 