The Best Part

In between all the unpacking and laundry, enjoying 'regular' food and thinking I have a whole new wardrobe, I got to the best part of my day. I left my guitar behind in Kona in July and that was part of the reason I detoured through on my way home. There was a guitar at the church in Panama and at the house in South Africa, but they were not my guitar. I haven't even played that long and I'm surprised that I should notice such difference between guitars, but I did. So, after a lot of tuning, I enjoyed plucking a few tunes on my guitar and it was wonderful!