While waiting in the departure line at the Muscat airport, I made a decision to get out of line and stay longer. But it still wasn't long enough and from the moment that I returned home, I've been thinking about going back.

Going back to the Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque to walk through the magnificent prayer hall, beautiful courtyards and tranquil passageways. Going back to peak through the gates at the Al Alam Royal Palace, humble in its design, yet distinguished, sitting amidst white government buildings and under the watchful eye of 16thC Portuguese forts. Going back to get lost in the magical maze of the Muttrah souk to be enveloped in the scent of frankincense lingering in each alleyway. Going back to the wadi shab to hike through the 'cinder-toffee' like cliffs and paddle in fresh water pools.

Going back to country that resonated with my soul and captured my heart. Oman has so much character, visible in the preservation of ancient and traditional architecture resulting in understated elegance with endless arches. Towns are nestled amongst brown craggy mountains with views of turquoise waters. Friendliness and hospitality seem like inadequate words to describe Omanis. Their pride in country and eagerness to share the wonders of their homeland is evident in every conversation and interaction. Yes, I’m going back.