Here it is February 1st and I’m just getting around to a New Year’s blog…how pathetic. But it’s not like I’ve been slacking, except for the last week. I had good reason; after three weeks of intense traveling through Eastern Europe and two long, long days of missed flights, unscheduled airport layovers, a restless nine hour overseas flight, I needed at least a week to reboot my brain and body. Travel takes a toll, but it’s a worthwhile toll.
Spending New Year’s eve and day traveling was a dream come true for me, although I didn’t know it until it was actually happening. Mine is not a depressive personality, I’m normally optimistic and upbeat. But for years New Year’s Day has made me feel depressed, melancholy. Is it the prospect of an entire new year unfolding all at once? Or a let down after a great year? I really don’t know what it is, but I can attest to the fact that on January 1st I don’t want to be around people….no phony socializing over black eyed peas and greens for me. Just let me be in my own little world and I’ll muddle through the day. And after a couple days of muddling I’m ready to get on with the New Year. But this year was different; we were a world away from home in a new (for us) exciting city and I had not an iota of the usual New Year Day melancholy….I didn’t have time, what with the barrage of new stimuli. It was great!
In a future post I’ll talk in more detail about our incredible trip, a trip we both place near or at the top of our list of favorites. This adventure offered a history lesson we’ve not experienced when traveling, plus the European culture we both love. But I will include some notes I jotted down on our long journey home when events of the three week holiday were fresh.