Thursday, August 7, 2008

home again, home again, jiggedy jig

i'm home. i'm alive. i'm sober.

i returned to 100 East 187 South at approximately 1:35.24 a.m. yesterday (that would be wednesday) and was quite pleased to find everything and everyone still intact.

so, i guess i'd better finish my report.

day twenty one: today is the last day of the martigues festival. these frenchies, they're really not half bad. not half bad at all. i officially recant every mean thing i've ever said about french people.

day twenty two: some days i flipping hate girls. that's all.

day twenty three: today is an official tourist day. shopping, sightseeing, picture taking, following random swiss people around so i could listen to the pure adamic language, etc.

day twenty four: welcome to barcelona. i love meeting members of the church in different countries (especially christian, he was cool). when far from home, there's something so comforting about meeting others of the same faith.

day twenty five: i went to the airport today to fly home. one problem, no room on the flight, @^&*. i guess i'll wait 'til tomorrow.

day twenty six: still no room . . .

day twenty seven: still no room . . . but good news, there's room on the amsterdam flight, so thomas and i will just fly there so we can fly home, no big deal. it only cost us $600 a piece to fly two hours to the netherlands.

day twenty eight: who knew the amsterdam airport floor could be so comfortable. i slept like a baby. and what do you know, there's room on the flight to cincinnati. estados unidos, here i come.

day twenty nine: home, sweet home.


Jessie said...

welcome back to the states! I just got back from Amsterdam and France and England a couple of days ago. Europe sure is great, isn't it?

Stephen Hussein Frandsen said...

i'm so mad you're home