She's had a wonderful time in Peru and has promised to write another guest blog post to show you some of her amazing photographs and share some of her experiences - after all, you've played a big part in getting her there by buying the Super Socks and making donations towards her fundraising so she wants you to be able to see her pictures too.
We collected big daughter from the airport late on Wednesday evening and it was a joyous, emotional occasion. Waiting for her to collect her baggage seemed to take longer than the four weeks she had been away, and small daughter was doing so much hopping up and down that she was in danger of making craters in the floor!
Back home, we were able to continue our celebrations. Big daughter wasn't allowed to try any of the local alcohol whilst she was away (World Challenge rules; very wise, given the altitude!) and had grown rather fond of Inca Kola. It's terribly sweet and not something that I think I would choose to drink on a regular basis, but it made a change for the group from sterilised water. Big daughter didn't say no to a glass of Prosecco instead!
I'm pretty certain that her rucksack had turned into some kind of TARDIS whilst she was away - much bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside - as she pulled clothes, gifts, water bottles, sandals, towels, sleeping bag and travel guides out of it. It spilled all over the table and onto the floor and the dog was fascinated by the unfamiliar smells.
And here are the socks! One pair of them anyway (you can see the other pair on the table in the picture above). They've held up remarkably well and I'm going to be writing an update on how they've survived whilst big daughter has been away which I'll post in a day or two.
For now, life is just returning to normal. It's harder for big daughter than for us; after all, for us nothing has changed except that our girl has come home. Big daughter has swapped an amazing adventure, a large group of travelling companions and daily excitement for ... normal life. We all get holiday blues after a wonderful trip away, and we're keeping a close eye on big daughter to make sure that she doesn't suffer too badly as she gets used to being at home.
I mentioned gifts earlier, and I thought you might like to see what my sweet girl brought home for me. We'd been joking for months about how she should leave all her clothes behind and just bring a baby alpaca home in her rucksack (what an interesting experience at customs that would be!), although of course before she left I made sure she knew that what was important was that she came home in one piece, never mind the gifts or the baby alpacas!
She brought home the closest to our joke that she could. Baby alpaca yarn in my favourite colour, and a "lucky llama" which she bought for me at a local market stall. And she came home in one piece. It's all good.