january 12 1997 - day seventeen - going home

today pretty much consists of one thing; flying home. right now, i am in the plane over western england. we left the hotel this morning at 9 or so and went to gatwick. after checking in, we only had 20 minutes to get on the plane. we hurried to the gate only to sit for 30 minutes because of, of all things, fog. anyway, the only thing left to do is sit back and remember the trip.

me and dave in the tube
i said i was going to summarize, i don't think it's necessary or that i could do it. so i will just say this; the trip was a blast. i never thought that we could see as much as we did in only two weeks, but we did. and might i add that we did a pretty great job of it. the only main problem i have with this trip was that it merely put a taste in my mouth. i'm already planning the next one over here. i know that it will be quite a while before i do get back, but i'll be patient.
it'll be nice to get back to the states, though. to get free refills and ice at restaurants, to put on socks that are suitable to wear. some of the people that we met have been here for six months or so, some less, some more. i'm not sure if i could do it. maybe a month or two. who knows? i do know that it is infinitely fascinating in europe and i recommend that everyone spends at least some time there. i can't wait to see my pictures and tell people about the trip.
well, i guess that's it. seinfeld is on now, so as we start out across the atlantic, i bid auf weidersein and goodbye.
back in the states, sans dave's head

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