back "home" (?)

I arrived at the train station in Perugia around 11:30 AM Friday, local time. I arrived home, at my mom's house, around 11:30 PM Saturday, local time. My transit time, after converting all the time differences and all, was about 42 hours from Perugia to Edinburg. I slept for about 45 minutes on one of my planes and about an hour on the bus from New York to D.C.

I'm glad to be done traveling, even if I'm not sure how glad I am to be in Edinburg again. Travel is an adventure, but it's also exhausting.

My plane ride from Dublin to New York was nice, though. Although we sat on the plane for an extra hour before we even took off, because they apparently broke part of the luggage compartment while loading our bags... It took them an hour to fix, but I sat beside this really friendly Irish guy named Marc on that flight, and he was very talkative and fun. He was flying to New York to visit his sister, who lives upstate and just had a baby, and he's staying for two weeks. He said he used to visit his sister about twice a year, but it had been longer this time, and he was excited to make it to the States again. I told him a bit about Italy and my travels. Overall, we were on that plane for about eight hours, and even though we didn't talk the entire time, it was nice to be sitting next to him, so I felt less completely alone for the entire trip.

What else is there to write about? Not much. Today, I have to start sorting through pictures. Perhaps I'll upload a batch to Facebook (I almost typed, "book-o'-the-face," in homage to Tyishia--damn, I miss everyone).

Ciao ciao

Oh yeah, I texted Zach last night, "I haaaaaate the US." He responded, "well the hatred will go away, but your desire to go back will never stop!" I thought this was very funny. I don't know if it's encouraging or not.