I feel like there was something I learned on this trip--maybe many somethings--but I'm not going to be able to articulate them in a blog entry.
As it is, I've been working on my book like mad, so maybe the synthesis will all be there, in the spaces between the words. Actually, I'd count on it.
In short, some non-detail things (because I learned a lot of details) I learned from my late autumn vacation to Europe:
- I feel like I connected in new ways with my (deceased) German grandmother on this trip. I've summoned my inner hausfrau. We'll see how that goes, but I have this itch for cleanliness I have not previously really had.
- As usual upon returning from a vacation, I feel a slower pace of life would be in order. We'll see if I find it.
- I don't think I'll ever go anywhere on such short notice again unless I've already been there once. I really needed six months to plan this trip, not three. Also, they were not three months of easy living; I had rewrites and copyedits plus over-the-top dayjob. The biggest issues were languages: I wish I'd spent more time acquiring languages for this trip, even though I obviously muddled through.
I have voyage vertigo. I feel like if I turn my head to the right, I'll see Sibiu spread below me. I think I'm a little tired, still, even though I can't sleep.