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Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back...
We showed up in New York's lovely Kennedy airport yesterday evening, having started that conceptual day out in Rome (the literal day before), then flying to Paris in the early evening, then spending a night taking turns sleeping in Paris's most excellent Charles de Gaulle airport, terminal #3... and last night, at a bit after 2300, we arrived in Tallahassee again :)
I slept until about 2 PM this afternoon :)
It's quite nice to be back :) I haven't done a whole bunch today, but I figure I can give myself a day to recover. We've been showing our pictures (expect these up on the web, probably later on tonight), talking with family members, and getting re-acclimated to North Florida, which as far as I'm concerned is the Very Least Threatening Place Anywhere.
Earlier this afternoon, I made and consumed an entire pot of drip-coffee, which is the familiar estadounidence style -- in Spain, France, and Italy at least, if you say "cafe", you mean "espresso", and you don't get your cup refilled in a restaurant... and even "cafe americano" means espresso mixed with hot water. Sometimes you get a cup with a shot of espresso and a little pot of hot water, separately. Regardless, it's not coffee in the United States-ian sense... it's funny how it's little things like that that make one glad to be home.
So on the final tally, we were in six different sovreign nations (France, Britain, Spain, Italy, the Vatican, and Germany) and in places operating in eight different official languages (French, English, Spanish, Basque, Catalan, Italian, Latin, and German) ... although there weren't any major issues with language barriers (although I /think/ I heard somebody speaking Basque, in the trainstation in Vitoria, nobody addressed us in it), aside from minor issues with not speaking French and Italian. I want to learn French and Italian now :) And Basque. And I want to move to Barcelona, maybe for gradschool :)
... and for the rest of the summer, I don't have a whole lot planned, which is great :) I'll get out into the forest and run, and Anthony (the most excellent stepfather) hooked me up with a membership at the nearby gym, so I'll keep on lifting, and I'm going to install gentoo on elrond the desktop box... erm... and when August comes around, I'll be all ready to move back to Tech :) Yeah. Ah, and I got a big rainbow flag that says "PACE" ("peace", in Latin and Italian) while we were in Rome, and it's going up in the apartment in the fall, and it looks more or less like a gay pride flag, but there's not much to be done about that. I suppose I'm all for gay pride, anyway.
So life is good, and everything's Perfect, and I'm in a super-good mood right now :) Yay :)
I slept until about 2 PM this afternoon :)
It's quite nice to be back :) I haven't done a whole bunch today, but I figure I can give myself a day to recover. We've been showing our pictures (expect these up on the web, probably later on tonight), talking with family members, and getting re-acclimated to North Florida, which as far as I'm concerned is the Very Least Threatening Place Anywhere.
Earlier this afternoon, I made and consumed an entire pot of drip-coffee, which is the familiar estadounidence style -- in Spain, France, and Italy at least, if you say "cafe", you mean "espresso", and you don't get your cup refilled in a restaurant... and even "cafe americano" means espresso mixed with hot water. Sometimes you get a cup with a shot of espresso and a little pot of hot water, separately. Regardless, it's not coffee in the United States-ian sense... it's funny how it's little things like that that make one glad to be home.
So on the final tally, we were in six different sovreign nations (France, Britain, Spain, Italy, the Vatican, and Germany) and in places operating in eight different official languages (French, English, Spanish, Basque, Catalan, Italian, Latin, and German) ... although there weren't any major issues with language barriers (although I /think/ I heard somebody speaking Basque, in the trainstation in Vitoria, nobody addressed us in it), aside from minor issues with not speaking French and Italian. I want to learn French and Italian now :) And Basque. And I want to move to Barcelona, maybe for gradschool :)
... and for the rest of the summer, I don't have a whole lot planned, which is great :) I'll get out into the forest and run, and Anthony (the most excellent stepfather) hooked me up with a membership at the nearby gym, so I'll keep on lifting, and I'm going to install gentoo on elrond the desktop box... erm... and when August comes around, I'll be all ready to move back to Tech :) Yeah. Ah, and I got a big rainbow flag that says "PACE" ("peace", in Latin and Italian) while we were in Rome, and it's going up in the apartment in the fall, and it looks more or less like a gay pride flag, but there's not much to be done about that. I suppose I'm all for gay pride, anyway.
So life is good, and everything's Perfect, and I'm in a super-good mood right now :) Yay :)
Re: Welcome Back
... they might not know the joys of the hamburger like we do 'round these parts, but I think the Spaniards have a leg up on us in the Ham Department. There're about fifty or a billion "Museo Del Jamon" (literally: "museum of the ham") locations in Madrid :)
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(Anonymous) 2003-07-08 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)Ham: Jamon, mi amor! Déjeme demostrarle los secretos de mi corazón. (I admit weakness, oh great god of babelfish)
~samarin~
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But I don't want any bloody ham!
The best was when I ordered a hamburger that literally was a ham burger. A bit of a surprise that first bite, but it was really dee-licious.