I'm back. I've been back since Tuesday afternoon, but I've been pretty freaking useless since then too. Tuesday was particularly bad, as I struggled to stay awake amidst the ruins of an Italian cold. And actually, the cold laid me pretty low yesterday too, though I was at home all day to do things like wash clothing, and acquire edible food. Now, S and I are both back at work, and it's okay. I like knowing that I only have to work two days, and then I get to be at home again for a whole two days before I have to jump back into five-day weeks, and then it's only two before I have two four-day weeks in a row.
I could say five bajillion things about the trip, and I've been trying to think of the best way to go about regurgitating all the experiences I had in Italy, and what I think I'll do is just go day-by-day. I think I can essentially remember every day as an individual day. But I don't think I'll start that in this post. So what I'll do is leave this post up for a few hours, and then later in the afternoon (oh, who am I kidding? Later this morning.) when I'm bored and caught up with all my work, I'll start at Day 1, in Florence. I think I'll be able to get at least two to three days in every entry, unless I run really long on any certain day (possibly the second day in Rome, because, well, it was quite a day), which probably won't happen, since most days will probably just be dining descriptions.
Yes, I ate my way through Italy, and I am not exaggerating when I say that I gained five and a half pounds. I also walked excessive amounts, but I seriously ate THAT much. I think my insides are made of prosciutto, mozzarella and gelato. Not such a bad thing, I guess, and anyway, we all ate excessive amounts of food. I think we only had two really bad meals, and that's pretty freaking good.
What else? Yeah, I got a cold. So did my dad, S and my dad's wife. I feel like I was lucky, as mine only hit two days before we left, and my dad and S came down with theirs the day we arrived in Southern Italy, which seems to suck a whole lot more. I also got tan, because the weather was unseasonably warm--80's most of the time. It's a freakish tan, because it has sleeves, but still. I have a tan line from my watch, and I can't remember the last time that happened. Also, the beating sun did nothing for my complexion, which is mottled, bumpy, and completely disgusting. The roseacea isn't getting better; I think I need to see the derm again, because this is really absolutely awful. If I'm not careful, and I don't get help, I'll end up as a loser who has to carry an umbrella in the sun.
Anyway, it was an awesome time, and I'm so glad that S and I got to go back, because I can't imagine the next time that it will be a possibility. It really was a great trip. (And is it bad to admit that I'm pretty relieved to be home? Travel is HARD work, people. I missed my hairdryer and my bed, and I missed my car. I missed my people here, and I missed guacamole and diet coke without caffeine and I missed the familiarity of a regular schedule. I love Italy, but wow, coming home feels good.)
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