I'd like to start off this post by stating that if you're as attached to the butt to social media as I typically am, 10 days with about as little communication with the outside world is both exhilarating and a slightly nerve-wracking. After about 48 hours without phone, Internet, or English-speaking television programs I was all, I don't even know what's GOING ON anymore. Why are these Italian game show hosts so EXCITED? IS THIS GONNA LAST FOREVER? And B was all, I HOPE so, there's a TOPLESS WOMAN on that billboard.
In other words, the past 10 days were mindblowingly awesome. Literally, my head was sawed open, my French and Italian soaked brain matter was scooped out and thrown into the air, and it was all dropped back in place as we boarded that plane back to Boston. I saw so much I feel like I've been gone for months. And after a few days, those Italian game shows and obscure German-focused Olympic events are actually quite compelling. And OH YEAH, there was Europe and North Africa.
As you might imagine, for someone who likes to run her jaw as much as I do, there's a lot of words that go along with all the photos I took, but the lack of sleep and the constant activity and all the eating and eating and eating and good gah don't forget the drinking that has been going on for the past two weeks has me a bit run down. Either that or that recycled airplane fart air. And let me tell you, when you've just spent 10 days eating a medley of Mediterranean foods, you spend a good amount of that 10-hour plane ride home thinking about recycled airplane fart air. And I'm sorry, B, but there's no way a person can be expected to hold it for 10 hours. That's just absurd.