Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel


back home

Eight countries in nineteen days came to an end today. A seven hour and forty minute flight from London to Chicago followed by an hour and a half car ride from there and I was home. Without going into detail now, I have to say that Europe was great and I'll definitely go back again, but my next destination is Australia.

In my usual absent minded fashion, I forget to bring a book to write notes in while I was traveling. So to compensate for that mistake I wrote stuff down on whatever scraps of paper that I had with me or bought along the way. Sometimes this paper might be a flyer for a hostel or some other kind of advertisement that I was handed during my journey. All of it is still scattered in my backpack.

I never did buy a blank book or tablet, but I still managed to write quite a bit whenever I could and I hope to have most of it loaded by late Monday. It wasn't every day that I wrote, but I think that I did the best that I could under the circumstances. There are so many stories that I have to tell and I hope that I get to all of them before they start to fade from my memory.

Turning on my computer tonight for the first time in weeks felt very odd. There were cyber cafes throughout Europe, but I never got around to using any of them. It just didn't seem like the thing to do at the time.

I have a feeling that my body is still on London time so even though it says eleven at night here, it feels like five in the morning to me. It's time to sleep in my own bed for the first time in weeks.

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