After 3+ weeks travelling back in Europe, I had a few parting thoughts from the overall trip:
I was blown away by the sheer volume of people out and about drinking in London on any given afternoon. They were literally spilling out of the bars and drinking in the streets. I had truly forgotten what a large city felt like. And it was a good reminder that SF really isn’t a big city nor has downtown really recovered.
I have a bad habit of wanting to buy property every place we go and the kids leave every location asking to go back.
I really miss living in Europe
I left with a scratch in my throat and the onset of a head cold. Would I be the super spreader of some new disease? Is this from a ghost from the British Museum, or is my body just physically revolting from me trying to leave.
I dress much better when I am on vacation, but that could just be the better weather
And finally, my favorite comment of the last few days of the trip… when hoisting my overstuffed suitcase into the trunk of the uber to get to the airport, my uber driver exclaimed in his thick Eastern European accent “Oh you’re strong!’”
Until next time Europe!

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