|view of the Akershus Fortress and the Oslo fjord|
|rainy day in Malmö, Sweden|
"Back on US soil now, will be all the way home in a matter of hours, and I have mixed feelings. Familiarity is a huge relief after being in a new place every six days or less. I'm looking forward to seeing my home city, my Rainier, and my cats again. Seeing friends I've missed. Walking my familiar streets. Reading paper books again. Getting back to my writing routine.
|along the canal in Copenhagen|
"However. Cobblestone streets, castles, conversations I can't understand like music to my ears, learning new words and new ways to communicate, drinking in the history contained in ruins older than my country. That never gets old. And I will miss being around it all. I've gained: new walking blisters and muscles, a pair of tartan tights, a Nepalese bag from Delft, an appreciation for football, and a smattering of words in Norwegian, Dutch, and French, and much more. It's like a last bit of heaven to sit at my gate in the middle of a bunch of Italians leaving on the next flight from the gate, to Pisa. After that, the flight to Seattle will seem oh so tame."
|hairy coo in the Scottish highlands|
|Jardin du Mont des Arts in Brussels, Belgium|