I got back about 11:30pm last night (Saturday). Apparently jet lag isn't a problem for me. I'm thankful for that! Both on the way to Europe and on the way home, I just set my watch during the plane ride, and that was that!
It seems really strange to be home in a sense. I can't believe it was jsut yesterday that I was sitting at the edge of a canal in Amsterdam eating pannekoeks, and now here I am in my own house...
While I was travelling, I kept thinking that my 'regular life' just seemed like this distant hazy memory. It's kind of wierd to be back now - back to church, back to lunch with friends, back to work (sob!). But it's still good to be home (at least kind of!). Back to my own bed, back to a decent shower I don't have to wear flip flops in, back to street names I can pronounce. I'd just like to apologize to any people of Dutch origin for how badly I mutilated your language while I was in Holand. Eek.
Anyway, I have so much swirling around in my brain right now: letting experiences soak in, feeling like I'm somehow different now than I was before I left, wondering how soon I can go on my next trip... I'm sure some will come out here, but I still have to get unpacked and start going through my photos! Oh boy, that's going to be a job and a half! Ha, I still have a post to finish that I started in Amserdam about Belgium and Holland!
I know I keep saying this, but I'll try to have a selection of photos up tonight or tomorrow to tide you over while I'm working on getting the whole lot up on my site.
All in all, I'm home, back to real life. When people ask me, "Hey, how was your trip?" I just don't know how to respond. Words can't really express it, but I'd have to say, amazing, fantastic, the best thing I could have done. How soon can I go back????