Last Night in Europe

I wish I had some momentous words about this 10 day trip--something witty like Twain or Wilde would come up with.

So what can I say? I haven't been abroad since 2003, and I hope that I will be able to go again before 2008 (another 2 1/2 years from now). I love Europe. I love the streets and the squares and the people. Perhaps I also just love travel and seeing new streets and squares and people.

Trips like this are exhausting and exhilerating. And the luggage is heavier on the way back. I'm coming back with about a hundred pounds of chocolate that will get sorted and distributed through the proper to channels to co-workers, friends, and family. But man is it good stuff.

I do also look forward to returning home. On the last day of a trip, I think about my place, I think about work, and I feel like the energy I spent to get away was well worth it. So I'm looking forward to Tacoma and to seeing lots of familiar faces again.

Until the morrow!