Two months

Wow, I just noticed that I've been gone for two months. Give or take, a month in Norway, a month in Czech Republic. That's pretty exciting to think about. And to think, there was a time when I use to say explicits every time I heard someones tales of European adventures. I literally would get angry when I thought about the fact that I hadn't been to Europe. I would think, "I've been to every corner of America, why haven't I seen Europe? Even a measly little bit of Europe." Ha! Those gripes are long gone. Europe, Europe, here I am! I am now you and you are now me.