I had such a great time on my trip. Paris was the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to in my life. Amsterdam, well, it was fun, but that’s where I did the heaviest partying and so I was ridiculously hungover for a good chunk of time I was there. Not a pleasant experience. Brussels was pretty. And even though we were there on a Monday, there were a LOT of people there: it seemed like half of Scotland had arrived – in kilts – to watch the soccer game between Belgium and Scotland the next day. Berlin was amazing – the people were friendly (unlike France), the food was great, and the weather was perfect! At one point I was actually sitting outside in a t-shirt!

The worst part of my trip (other than the hangover) was discovering that my flat iron wouldn’t work. It forced me to spend most of the trip with curly hair – and I have been hating my hair curly lately (I need a cut, too much weight in the front). It wasn’t a huge deal, I guess, because until we got to Berlin it rained at least once a day, so I would have been dealing with hair issues regardless. Still, I would’ve liked to have had straight hair for the nights we went out. Most days I just kept it up in a ponytail.

But seriously, I’m really not complaining at all. Like I said to Di, our trip didn’t have “highs and lows” – it was just high and not-quite-as-high. Even when our train to Brussels was cancelled and we were running around all these different train stations in Holland like chickens with our heads cut off, we didn’t get upset about it, we just kept saying “Seriously??” to each other and laughing about it. And even when we were informed that we had booked our hotel in Berlin for the wrong day and the hotel had no vacancies, we didn’t freak out, we just laughed and spent an hour on the computer finding a new room (which wasn’t easy!).

Overall, it was really nice to get away. And now I’m home, have been for 2 days. I’m not suffering from post-vacation depression like I usually do…although that might change on Monday when I finally go back to work. It’s been harder than I thought it would be to get over my jet lag – on Thursday night I went to bed at 8 and woke up at 8 the next day. Last night I went to bed at 8 and I woke up this morning at 4 AM!! I should be good by Monday though. Oh, and my flat iron still isn’t working. Must have blown a fuse when I plugged it in in Europe. Womp womp.

And now it’s back to my real life. Salsa classes later, then dinner with my friends. It should be a good night!