Piling on, kiddies.

We've arrived back, caught some sleep (although m' cat was bouncing-pouncing our noggin all night long, ever-grateful with our return), and now it's day two or five or fifteen. Eh?

Euro-pope was as different as predicted, and mostly unpredictable (save for a few stoic expected faces and glums), but ahh you know. All told and telling you how it tells, the trek came harder than ever this time about, but I managed to sneak some host's roll-on now and again, and er, do laundry maybe a ravishing thrice or so in three weeks. But honestly? Time passes, you deal with the lows (usually in fits of laughter), and move on. So? Hu?

Weather: Up and down... sideways snow in Copenhagen and Amsterdam met up with lush hot forehead days in Leipzig. Scheduling: put as blunt as possible, was out and out insane; I should either cut BACK on shows or make room for more time with friends. The short and sweet visit is sweet, but there's a longing to linger with certain associates and live vicariously through their earthen salts and poetic surroundings, as this makes the heart ease between phrases of stress. Which leads to methods. Trains a'plenty, yes, a few auto hitches now and again, the awfulness of E-Z jets, and the occasional ride with a friend. And as for the people? Many, MANY great reunifications with the most-excellent sort of friend (which lessened the strife of missed trains and long hopeful waits)... it was always, ALWAYS this greeting of old pal, making a new pal, getting to witness some AMAZING viewings of their work, and blended with the day and the breath (albeit musty) perhaps the best Crankabroad yet!

We will endeavor to post pictures for the eye-imbibe. This will transpire shortly.