After leaving Montmartre, I boarded my train to Brussels. I checked into my hostel and headed for the Rey de Espana (the Spanish King) at my uncle's recommendation. I sat there with one of my last beers thinking about the last 6 weeks. What an unbelievable trip. I'm so glad a kept this blog, there's no way I could have remembered all this over that time.
I headed back to the hostel and spent the last night hanging out in the lounge, talking with random backpackers about where I had been and where they were going. by this time I've decided these experiences are only as valuable as the degree they can be shared with others. I finally retired and was out the door early the next day.
Leaving was bittersweet. I thought I would have seen so much in that time, but I only scratched the surface. The plane ride home I continuously flipped through my travel book planning my next 10 European adventures - Spain, French/German countryside, Southern Italy, other Eastern states - the list goes on.
All that being said, nothing beats getting home. My parents parked at LAX and came out to meet me as I arrived at the gate - a huge deal because my Dad is a cheapskate (just kidding Pop). My Mom was pretty emotional since email and the blog were the only communication they'd had with me over more than a month (OK, fine, I was happy to see them too).
For now, I'm signing off...until the next Adventure of course :-D
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