01.15.14 - Day 15/365 - Homecoming
Yesterday, I sat on a plane for 10 hours as we raced the sun across the world and reached the airport before it set.
It is quite jarring to think that this home of mine, this beautiful campus and vibrant city, are mostly the same as when I left. But I see it all through new eyes. Eyes that have taken in centuries-old castles and cities. Eyes that overlooked Paris from atop a giant ferris wheel. Eyes that have taken in the paintings of Leonardo da Vinci in person. Eyes that roamed the waterways of The Netherlands as my feet carried me across the cobblestone streets. Eyes that squinted into the sun of a gloriously bright Czech Republic (which went back to its wintery self right after we left). Eyes that appreciated the curiousness of the geese and swans as they waddled toward people instead of away throughout Hyde Park, London.
The rest of my senses, too, have found a newfound appreciation for the world. In the past three weeks, I smelled the fresh baked tarts and treats of Belgian, Parisian, and Czech bakeries. I heard new languages, English spoken by many accents, and the notes of street performers, metro performers, and songs playing on the radio that followed us on our journey throughout Europe. I touched the fireplace in Shakespeare's birthplace, Delft tiles a couple centuries old, the walls of the Annex that Anne Frank and her family hid in, Abbey Road under my feet as we crossed the street to take the iconic photo, and plenty of train doors. I tasted a six-course meal in a boat on the Seine for New Year's Eve, traditionally prepared Chinese lobster and duck, the meaty richness of meals in Germany and the Czech Republic, butterbeer in the studio where the Harry Potter movies were filmed, Sunday roast in England, and even fish and chips for the very first time.
I spoke with many strangers, laughing with them as we shared our travels. I visited family friends I had not seen in ten years. I learned from everyone and anyone - from educated guides at the Lourve to an amicable waitress in a pub in London to the friends and family that toured us through the many towns, cities, and villages that crossed our paths on the journey. My friend and I even got stuck on a train in two separate instances, giving us the unplanned opportunity to see a bit more of Europe (well, the train stations of Europe).
Before this winter, I had only ever been to one country - The United States of America.
Now, I have been to nine: USA, Belgium, The Netherlands, Luxembourg, France, Germany, Czech Republic, Austria, and England. Some countries we spent half a day in, some several days, some simply the airport, but all have been worth the memories they've created.
As my friend and I have been saying, it is time to move back into "reality," but I have a feeling that "reality" will never be the same.