I Got Back

I am back once again.
Just like last week, I was 'back,' in the UK, so today I am back in Eddie Bert. And in two months I will be back in the States. Then back to Taiwan. Then way, way back to ancestral homes before being back in Westford, then finally, back to the Bo'. Why can't I ever go forward in life?

Turns out, my bad, London was more fun than expected and consequently, did not update about it at all. Sorry for having a life. (Ok, I admit it, by 'life,' I mean that I know three people in London and got to spend quality time with all three of them. Still, I don't see you bouncing around London living a much better life of glamour.)

And now I'm back, and I'd like to tell you about my time in Rome. Travel buddies Lauren and I ate everyone's breakfast at the hostel. How were we to know that there was a limited supply of cereal and croissants and that once we finished them off, the hostel wouldn't set out more? We really only had two apiece. Maybe a little more. Then the bags were gone. And there weren't any more croissants. And that's my Roman story of the day. You may now go about your business.