Day 25: Fin

So, it's early AM. We're at the Munich Airport (the best airport in Europe 3 years running!) and sitting around. People are getting a little antsy. A little pushy. Everyone thought that they wouldn't get on the plan if they weren't the first person on the plane I guess. When we were sitting down, some lady was bossing her son-in-law around and making him put stuff in different compartments. He knocked some lady's stuff out that was travelling with her 2 year old daughter and didn't help her and she got pissed and yelled at him. I am committing myself to always be an altruistic, awesome, and courteous American.

We got to Chicago, and true to form, the American Airline industry did what it does best. They jerked everyone around and then treated them all horribly while doing it. It is downright comical now, really. We switched gates FOUR times waiting for our connecting flight. Which was late by 2 hours.

But the important part . . . we made it home. It feels good to be here. To be in our room. To drink cold water that isn't mineral water. To have a big bed. We're spoiled. I'll be the first to admit it: we are stinkin blessed. I'm grateful we had the opportunity. I'm happy we saw some incredible things. That we had so much fun. That it rained so much, so that the sunny days were all the more amazing. That we met the best people. When people ask, "How was the trip?" I don't really know what I'll say. People who say, "I loved every second" are doing others a disservice. I don't think that's real or possible. We had lows and highs and a few boring moments and a few insanse moments. But I wouldn't trade the last 25 days for any other day or days. And that's what's most important, I think. It was an adventure in every sense of the word. Through and through. I love Jo more now than I did when we left. Not that I wasn't head over heels then, but I'm even more now. And I'm more proud to be from America. And more grateful to live here and to have the material possessions, the jobs, the friends, the family, and the cat that we have. And I'm happier with myself. And I think that's better than saying "I loved every second of it." And I think I'll leave it at that.

Well, dear readers, thanks for sticking with it. And thanks, Jo, for letting me hijack your blog for a little bit. I yield the floor.

huh. doesn't look like that much when you see it like this.