Oh my fucking God guys I missed home so much.
Europe was...interesting. Definitely a life experience.
But, in all honesty, it's not what I was expecting.
I had fun; I had a lot of fun. But there were times when I just wanted nothing more than to come home and be with my friends and family.
First off, the traveling accommodations: the first and last days of the trip were spent in various airports and airplanes. I love flying--I really do. But being on a plane for 8 hours (the ones to and from Europe) with no leg room...ugh. Plus I didn't sleep at all on those flights because I just couldn't. We bused from France to Switzerland and Switzerland to Germany, and the buses were very comfortable. I slept like a log on those.
So. Paris. I...really didn't like it. It was dirty, smelly, crowded...and my God. The French blatantly show their dislike for us Americans. They were so rude that I got irritated more than once. Plus Paris was the three days where we did nothing but walk and walk and walk. It was getting up at 6 AM, getting back to the (crappy) hotel at 11:30 PM if we were lucky. The food wasn't all that great either. However! I did love going to Versailles; the Eiffel Tower was okay, but I was exhausted mentally and physically so I couldn't really enjoy the fact that I WAS CLIMBING THE EIFFEL TOWER; the Louvre was exceedingly crowded and hot so all we got to see was the Mona Lisa, which didn't really mean much to me at the moment but I'm sure somewhere down the road it will. Also, there were so many people on the street peddling off stolen goods...a bit frightening, really.
Switzerland was fantastic. We were in the Lucerne region, near Mount Pilatus. t's beautiful there, clean, and the people were so nice. I ate so much damn chocolate. The food there was incredibly tasty and the mountains...wow. Just wow. At one point I was beginning to think Switzerland was all a government conspiracy because it felt so perfect there, aha...the mountains were just a hologram or something and we were on a hidden camera show. Did I mention the chocolate? So much chocolate. I probably ate half a pound in one hour. And macaroons. Yum. Oh yeah--we were in Liechtenstein for about half an hour for a bathroom break when we were driving from Swiss land to Germany and saw the castle their prince lives in. Plus, we were in Austria for...five kilometers? I still don't know what kilometers to miles are. Ehe.
Finally, Germany. The land of most of my ancestors. ...I loved it there. So, so much. It was my all time favorite. The forests and hills...the Neuschwanstein Castle was gorgeous and made me feel like I had fallen back in time. That was what I had in mind when thinking of castles. It was also what inspired Cinderella's castle in Disney. After the castle, we got to Munich, which was...fantastic. I saw the Glockenspiel go off, which was extremely exciting and lovely. It wasn't as crowded or dirty there and the people were much nicer. The only thing that threw me off about Germany was, well...we went to Dachau--the first concentration camp ever. Being there was...difficult. I almost cried but I managed not to because I dislike crying in public. It was very upsetting to be there, though, considering we were standing in places where so many people were killed needlessly by people whom I may share blood with. It was a bit unnerving for me.
Overall, I'm genuinely happy I got to have that experience. Yes, there were ups and downs (so much drama...and I happened to be rooming with those who were causing it) and sleeping was more of a luxury than a necessity to do all the traveling we did, but I'm glad I got to go to Europe. However, I missed the things we take for granted here terribly and as soon as we flew in from Paris to Detroit yesterday, I ate Wendy's like a pig. And I don't even like junk food! Oh, by the way, we were up at 3 AM in Germany yesterday and didn't arrive back to Iowa until about 10 PM...and keep in mind all the time zones we crossed. That's a lot of time without sleep. I was dead as soon as I hit the pillow last night...jet lag kind of sucks.
I got really homesick at one point while in Europe, actually...when I saw my parents at the airport last night, I kept in the tears since we were surrounded by people; but when we got in the car to drive home, I bawled like a baby because I missed them so much. Yeah, I might complain and bitch about how awful they can be...but they're my parents. I can't help it.
I didn't think about writing at all while I was over there. And I'm not in a writing mood in the least right now--I'll be sleeping most of the day and trying to adjust back to Americanism. I don't know when I'll get around to writing, really.
Well...I'm going to attempt to catch up on everything that transpired while I was gone, and then go sleep. It's going to take me awhile...
It's good to be home, though. Really good.