Wow. What a couple of weeks.
Eric and I got back from our European travels on Monday night, after 21 hours of consecutive travelling originating in Paris, landing in Boston, and with a pit stop in Iceland. Both of us showed up to work yesterday morning, groggy eyed and a little bewildered by the thought of working, which is hard to get back into after 16 days of freedom.
16 days people! That's long enough to forget lots of things, like how to get up to an alarm (or even to keep track of time), what business casual means, and how to type correctly. Ask yourself how long it's been since you went 16 consecutive days without typing. I had a hard time making my fingers work right yesterday morning, and let me tell you, it was *weird*.
I seem to have gotten over the hump, and am doing okay today, but Eric developed a high fever yesterday and is having a tougher time of it. I have to give him a lot of credit though, because he stayed the whole day at work yesterday and drudged himself up for another day of it.
I have about 100 pictures that I will be selectively posting over the next week, with my stories and impressions of each country we went to. You'll have to bear with me though, because we're picking up a UHaul on Saturday at 7am, and between now and then we have to pack up the entire apartment. It's not pretty, but what can you do?
Coming Up: Paris Take One, or, How We Discovered the Beaver and Gave Thanks to God.