Adam and I are now suffering from EWS - Europe Withdrawl Syndrome. Symptoms include misty-eyed reminiscing, strong cravings for currywurst and fresh lake trout, cynically bitter complaining about how minor American annoyances would never happen in Europe, and a powerful urge to go back out to the airport and hop the first flight to the Continent.

We survived the 9-hour flight back to the States and we've arrived at the apartment ready (sort of) to work our way back into the regular routine. In the Small World department, a friend of my dad's was flying in business class on our flight and stopped by to say hello. He's a super nice guy and we had a nice chat, although as a result I missed about 15-20 minutes out of the middle of the third Harry Potter movie.

Once again, thanks for stopping by and travelling via armchair. Since we did this, we now don't have to bore you to death with 5 albums full of vacation photos. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm totally going to bore you to death talking about this trip. You might want to bring a book or something.