Thanks for becoming the latest, greatest Chalkheads. You will forever walk around engulfed in a cloud of white dust. BTW - is it okay to follow your own blog? I don't think so. Even if it's not, that's fine. Rule breakers are risk takers.
So it's good to be home, back in the good ole USA, where I can now do simple things like say excuse me without sounding like a jack-ass and order food while pronouncing words correctly. Then again, Tsunami Burger is a tough one to screw up. Overall we had a fantastic time in Switzerland and Italy, but both Wife and I swore not to ever fly economy for 12 hours again without sleeping pills or a clown to entertain Blondie. Twelve hours is an eternity with a two-year old, especially when you're trapped in these conditions:
1. Sitting in a seat that's barely wider than you shoulders with enough leg room for one of Snow White's seven dwarves.
2. Sitting behind a seat that reclines into your lap.
3. Did I mention SITTING and 12 HOURS?
4. A portable DVD player on low battery and Dora the Explorer fading in and out.
5. Airline food.
6. A bratty 7 year-old girl kicking your lower back over and over.
7. An obese Italian man wearing shorts, spread eagle and breathing heavily while napping. That would be the brat's father.
8. Whining, overtired children (including your own).
9. Arses, from Serbian to Chinese, in your face.
10. Crappy movies like 17 Again.
Here are my final European vacation statistics:
sleeping: went from bad to decent to good and then took off in reverse all the way back to bad.
running: around 20 kilometers, I think.
writing: 1 ms page (note: it's impossible to write on an airplane in the aforementioned conditions. I bet Neil Gaiman flies business/first class, why shouldn't I?)