We’re currently in sunny Washington DC after a long day of flights. Its crazy to have woken up this morning to a Tuscan sunrise (which actually sounds like a drink, or maybe a bedroom position).

In fact, this whole damn European thing is overwhelming. It’ll take me weeks to contemplate the things that’ll be highlights.

Rotterdam seems like forever ago, with its clean, modern cityscape, amazingly good food (never had dutch food while we were there tho, apparently when the dutch eat out, they go for other fare)and friendly, smiling people.
The dutch were happy. Its neat to watch.

The UK, really, I didn’t see enough of to form much of an opinion, other than that England and Scotland looked the same, and the food was meh.
They could drink tho. Specially them Scots. As the cabbie told us when we asked where we could find a bottle of booze “Everywhere!! We Scotish are reknown for our drinking!”

Hell yah. Thems good people.

But the best for me, which is a suprise, is Italy. Hiking through mountain villages that fended off 15th century politics, or seeing an aquaduct that was built civilizations ago, spanning the road like a modern train tresle. Awesome.

And the food, the food. Damn.
So good.

I even used my years of french study to butcher a little Italian, compared to the bro in laws excellent “baby talk”. Its so cool how immersion teaches.

Hell, I’m rambling. I got up at 4 am today, and now 6 of those hours don’t exist, I’ve run hellbent through two massive airports, and now the final plane of the trip is holding on the tarmac for god knows why.

But we’re almost done