We're back from Filkcontinental. Well at least I am, Peredar is on his way home to Aachen right now, dropping his parentd' car halfways and travelling on by train - luckily they won't be on strike before friday... And here I am, all happy and tired and without having caught a cold, though of course it may come along during the next days.
I need a decent cup of tea and a decent sleep, but we had Chinese lunch on our way home, which was really great. But don't expect a con report right now. There were so many things I loved that I couldn't possibly write all of them down now. The music was great, and the guests were great - but I think the very best thing about this con was realizing I was with friends, and I went there to be with friends. There are so many folk festivals I could attend, I bet the music there's great at well - but I go to FilkContinental, not only for the music but for the people. It's friends. And what great friends they are! Aryana and gang even gave us the black plague! I just loved it. All of it.