A missed connection in Amsterdam due to a plane replacement in Rome got us back into YVR last night around nine, instead of two. But I'm back in the saddle today all jet lagged at
. But if I'm going to be jet lagged, might as well get paid for it!
Been tough switching back to English. Not that I could speak Italian, but not saying buonjourno when I should say good morning has been tough.
Delightfully cool and moist. Three weeks of heat and dusty dry gets tedious after a while.
I haven't been to either of the suspension bridges in North Van in ages! The free one is in Lynn Valley isn't it?
I got home last night to find out they had changed the code on my condo's parkade, need to find that out so I can park in the dry again.
My body is all confused about what time it should be eating and pooping and sleeping. It wants dinner right now.
I took all these art supplies to Italy and ended up making four little paintings. I suppose that's a good thing in a way. It means I was too busy doing stuff and seeing sights. I think I have over a thousand photos to sift through.