Wow. I feel like I've been away for years.
Without revealing my itinerary, I can tell you that I had an amazing time abroad. I walked miles and miles a day, seeing old statues and churches and lovely cobble-stone streets and more churches and buildings hundred years old that looked like something out of a fairy tale and did I mention the churches? I ate things I normally don't eat-- sausages and stews and unusual cheeses and smoked fish and countless forms of bread-- in fact, I ate like it was my job, putting in a lot of overtime. I drank local wines and beer and Broadway Brenda (my traveling companion) and I spent two nights running serenading a bus full of tipsy middle-aged tourists with Abba songs. I sat in a lot of outdoor cafes, people-watching, scribbling in my journal, and drinking the best coffee I have ever tasted in my life (with sugar, instead of the artificial sweeteners I usually favor). I rode on foreign roller coasters and walked across foreign bridges, hair blown back in the wind, marveling at postcard views. I heard a medley of foreign languages and accents. I took pictures of flower sellers and outdoor markets and young couples in love and breathtaking cityscapes. I learned more about Broadway Brenda in ten days than I have in the previous year we've been friends. I slept in four different hotel beds, woke up from a kaleidoscope of strange dreams, to see more cities, more towns. I struggled with local currency and bought handcrafted souvenirs and chocolates and wrote postcards and sent text messages to Drama David every day.
I didn't kiss any boys while I was away. That was never an issue. I missed Drama David and couldn't wait to return to him.
It has been a happy reunion and I'm thrilled to announce that Drama David is now officially Boyfriend David. More on that later on.
Oh, and remind me to tell you about my mishap with a little drug known as Ambien...