Home

It's been a while since I've been up with the garbage man. I got up at 4:45 this morning. My body is still on Italy time and thinks it's about 11am. I'm sitting here downloading about a GIG's worth of images from the trip and can hardly believe how much ground we covered and how funny time is when you travel. While I was there, it felt like I was there for months, finally getting down enough language to order food and ask where to find this or that. Now, at home, it feels like a dream...like I never left.