I'm back

I feel absolutely shellshocked. Despite my best efforts to get nine hours of sleep last night, I kept waking up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep in the first place because it was 7 pm! And the sun was shining! Yes, I went to bed at seven. These things happen when one sets the clock for 5 am.

I feel like I'm going to collapse on the keyboard out of total exhaustion, so details are going to have to wait, because my brain feels like it's pudding. It's been insane. My legs have never hurt this much ever. My feet hate me. My shins despise me. I could almost hear them weeping at times. I hurt. A lot. I'm tired of eating overpriced sandwiches. I must now go and eat cereal. *hugs cereal* It's been so long.

I got in from Brussels today and went straight to watch a play. I got there 8 minutes before the curtain call. Mad, I tell ya.

Also, I am convinced that London is the best city in the whole world. *hugs London* I missed it every single day, even while seeing amazing stuff. It's got the best public transport, it's clean (Brussels is absolutely filthy, by the way, while Barcelona stinks like a sewer every other block; I so wish I was kidding), and you you can't smoke inside any public spaces. I got such a humongous culture shock when I got smacked by the stench of cigarette smoke while buying a sandwich and saw a woman sitting at the cafe smoking. I could not believe it. Same with Prague. And there were people smoking in a pub at Brussels Midi station. That's not even legal in Puerto Rico. I'm suddenly very proud of my little island. It's goof to see that we do manage to do some things right.