I think I realized why I liked being abroad. I think it's because here, I'm just me, but over there, I'm some dumb American who walks on the right when I'm supposed to walk on the left and I can't speak French. I'm some kind of personified American expansion that is frowned upon. In some ways, that makes me kind of special. But you take me here, among other Americans and I'm really not all that great. I can't even say I'm average. Wierd, huh?

Anyway, It's about 4 in the morning and I feel rested. Really didn't think that I'd suffer jetlag, but like I said, it's 4 in the morning and I'm up and writing in my blog. The airport was crowded with people. Us Americans got shifted forward in line and the rest were pushed back. Blah, blah, blah. It was pretty simple. I've heard horror stories about the airports that I expected soldiers, machine guns, bomb/drug/undies sniffing dogs. I expected the biggest, meanest private to say, "Drop them, buddy!" But alas, that did not happen. Anyway, I'm stupid and haven't been abroad before. I guess I've seen too many movies.

Anyway, back home now. Ready to NOT do anything, but party my ass off. HINT, HINT...