Home from Home.

So after 23 hours in transit, including a night in a Portugese youth hostel where I lay awake wondering if it's illegal to stab a man to death for snoring, I am back in my flat in Huelva, and it's lovely. After such a nice Christmas (and I do hope yours was too), I figured I'd be instantly homesick as soon as I touched down, but the familiar sights and sounds of my adopted town are keeping my spirits up. Soon I'll be blogging some more things of (I hope) interest, but for now I'll leave you with this questionably-translated slogan from a property development advert in Faro airport:

"YOUR HOME, SURROUNDED BY GOLF"

It might just be me, but that sounds more like a threat than anything.