We brought home souvenirs. (I carried so many in my pockets that my pants wanted to fall down.)
Spied a tree growing rosary beads, but decided not to harvest any for my prayers (wrong religion).
Listened to jazz (and you can too, right here), loved it. Loved my friends.
The pièce de résistance was rehabilitating this (nearly two feet long prior to surgery):
I'll tell you why in the next post. (Must sleep now. Tired out from all this Marching Forth.)