My internal batteries aren’t recharging at night anymore.

This trip has been one of the most memorable times in my life.

Both of us are worn out.

Our bodies see the day and the night, but don’t understand the change in times. We spent a week in one time zone…and went backwards into another one. Saturday we go forward again. Wednesday is gonna blow our minds when we go backwards 6 hours.
2 1/2 weeks – 4 time zone changes

Each new place and all the people we interact with — it’s overwhelming. Soooo much to soak in.

I wish we’d taken better notes. But that would have taken away from the experiences.

I wish we could get more into a picture.
The air, the sounds, the smells.

We miss the boys. We miss the dogs. We miss the house. We miss our normal. It’s starting to drag on us a bit.

The suitcases are holding 3 weeks of living supplies. And they are becoming a pain in the butt to deal with. Not all the cabs can fit them in the trunks of these little European cars. Dragging them on the commuter trains…let’s just say you get A LOT of evil looks. Yesterday, the train to Paisley was so packed with people and luggage, that we sat on our luggage next to the doors of the train for about 5 stops….before some seats emptied–the luggage sat in our foot space. And now…we have to ship back some of our suitcase contents, because the plane we are riding to Italy on doesn’t allow 50# luggage. Oh well..

And poor Jake had to work this whole time. Our holiday will start Saturday.
We won’t have to plan routes, find bus stops and taxi stations. We won’t have to worry about not finding dinner because everyone stops serving dinner between 7-9…. it’s a stupid stress… but when he doesn’t get “home” until 5 something…and you have to wait on a cab, and ride for 15 minutes…and then walk aimlessly around a town you don’t know….. it gets late before you know it.

Last Thursday and again today…we woke up exhausted. I don’t know what it has to do with Thursday- least it’s being consistent.

Tonight we’re staying in and having room service.

We are having fun, though. And we’re together…and that makes it all pretty awesome.

Sorry for the mopey post. Looking forward to coming home.