June 12. Monday into Tuesday.

The last day of the training began in the morning with Yoga again, thanks to Mark. Then the complete gratification of our final insight-sharing period and closing circle, so heartfelt, so moving, so loving and, most important, witnessing the changes that have taken place in people’s lives, especially in those who have been doing these trainings with me and us before.

John, who had to leave early, a miracle, completely off the charts, sending in an email letter that Sheela read to everyone.

Sally, also off the charts after her lifetime addiction to alcohol, feeling so much more self-confidence.

Holly, feeling and looking so solid now—so beautiful to see.

Richard, having come through all his pain and now feeling so much more grounded (he achieved a very prestigious award in Sweden for his accomplishments in music, poetry and more).

Amanda, who showed up only for the last day, but showed her enormous, almost unbelievable resilience after her house burned down and she lost everything.

Michael, moving from his prior continual questioning to becoming very grounded.

Katja, who used to live her life in fear with all kinds of ailments, now a healthy, inspiring teacher of the Principles.

I could go on and on. To a person, everyone there, even those for whom this training with us was the first, said they loved this training retreat, and everyone seemed to have insights and got so much out of it for themselves. So humbling. These people are truly wonderful.

And I can’t even tell you how inspiring it was to work with Gabriela again. She’s the best. And to think I came into this new (for me) topic with trepidation. And then it was over—except it wasn’t. Because after going to the beach, and after I got a massage from Amanda, we all went out to dinner together in the beautiful little town of Altea, up to the outdoor balcony of a restaurant with its spectacular views. Then we said our heartfelt good-byes.

After that, I packed up late into the night, had to get up again almost immediately at 2:50 AM to catch a 6:30 AM flight from Alicante, caught a cab with Richard and we both ended up on the same flight to Stockholm, where we bid each other farewell. I had an almost 4 hour layover there—way too long—and then a 9 hour flight—way too long. And I flew back across the ocean to home, getting almost no sleep. My son, Dave and his girlfriend, Josie, picked me up at the airport, we had a nice dinner, then I drove home getting in around 10:30 PM, completely exhausted. I can’t believe I’m home. And thus I end another European Trip and blog. Another incredible trip. I’ve got the greatest job in the world.