Finally back in the States and it feels good to take a deep breath of American air. Not that I didn't have the most incredible time, but its good to hear your native tongue after a week of being submerged in a frenzy of French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Dutch. I apologize for not being up to date with photo's from my trip, but the 48 hours leading to my arrival in the US was quite hectic. Just to give you a little idea the last 24 hours consisted of a 6 hour bus ride from Amsterdam to Lille, France, a one hour train ride from Lille to Paris, then it took me about 40 minutes to find the right metro to go from Gare de Nord (Paris North) to Charles de Gaulle Airport. From there, the airport floor in front of American Airlines became my home for 8 hours before I was able to board my plane and sit there for another 9 hours. Whew. Now I have a terrible kink in my neck and cannot look to the right. But that is for another time, another place.
In regards to the lifestyle of a backpack journalist...honestly, it was extremely tough. Trying to maintain an unbiased viewpoint of the various cultures all while taking it in at such an incredible rate was the hardest part. My Nikon D70s proved too bulky to carry around at all times so most of the photos were taken on a small digital camera. This is just one small lesson to be learned from a week long+ trip that I am still attempting digest. For now, though, I have only memories to adjust my thoughts, but I am sure, after the jetlag settles, there will be much to discuss.
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