I am back from Europe, happy and in one piece and better than ever, really! I got in late yesterday afternoon, but as I'd been travelling for 16 hours (12 of them via plane) and had been awake for two days, I wasn't in too much of a rush to mess with my blog. Since I don't really know where to begin-- and since I'd certainly have a hard time ending-- I don't think I'll attempt to descibe it that much. I will definitely say, though, that while I didn't like France much (no one in the group did actually) I am without a doubt moving to England at some point. I felt more at home there than I've ever felt here in the US. I'm sure a portion of this is traveller's romanticism, since one never has to worry about things like jobs or bills or politics while visiting a place, but there's just something that felt right to me. Being in a place where the culture and the cities are steeped in thousands of years of history and tradition has a very grounding and inspiring affect. Also, none of us encountered any hostility whatsoever about the war, although in the pubs several people came up and politely asked our opinions on it. Um... what else... There's just so much that I don't know what to say! If anyone has any specific questions, feel free to ask them. Questions are nice and focused.

I think I'm going to make some breakfast and maybe catch up on my sleep. This jet lag stuff is heinous!