Yeah, so, we’re home.
After two and a half weeks in Paris, Bruges, Brussels and Gent, we are back in good ol’ SF.
I have a million posts I want to write about our trip: restaurants, museums, etc. There will probably be nonstop Paris/Belgium posts for weeks. But right now, my mind is too fuzzy to write anything coherent about our honeymoon. I haven’t really adjusted to the nine hour time difference.
I can write that we had an amazing time. We ate delicious food and drank tasty wine and beer. We met some really cool people. We saw beautiful art and spectacular views. We had fun just walking around and being together. It was the best trip of my life. Big thanks to everyone who contributed to the honeymoon fund! And big thanks to everyone who offered recommendations!
We had such a fabulous time. If it wasn’t for Homer we may have never come back.
I kid … sort of.
We were living in a bubble over there; a chocolate, bread, wine and cheese-filled bubble. We had no idea what was going on in the news. We were disconnected. No one in Paris gives a shit about Sarah Palin. I didn’t read about the assy things Rush Limbaugh said. I didn’t hear about the shooting in Arizona. Ignorance is bliss. Every day we just wandered around Paris or Bruges or Gent or Brussels checking out museums, shops, famous landmarks and cool neighborhoods, eating delicious food and drinking coffee, hot chocolate, mulled wine, regular wine or Belgium beer.
Everywhere we went, people were super friendly, nice and polite. All those horrible French stereotypes? We never encountered that.
Along with our jet lag, David and I are both suffering from a little post-honeymoon depression. We are happy to be home, but we are sad that the vacation is over. We have to go back to our regularly scheduled life, already in progress.