this land...

in this land of not-bohemia, a land that honors the bohemian spirit, a land of intricate wrought-iron...

where even the bugs wear their most gorgeous colors...

and the friendly faces have a slightly exotic flavor...

and palm tree fronds dance in the soft evening sunset...

where stars cover the floor of teal green seas...

and coral washes to the shore in the shape of hearts...

this land that has been home yet not home for the bohemian for the last two months...
this land has embedded itself deep within her bohemian heart, and shall forever remain,  a land of her dreams.  and land of riotous colors, a thousand shade of greens, and a family so dear to her heart.  and yet, she has missed her sweet fairie grandchildren immensely!  so home she must fly...               home-sweet-home wishes to you and yours today.  don't forget to play!