Sitting in the student lounge in the BP John building at Marylhurst. My first class on-campus starts in just over half an hour.
I’ve been back in Portland four days now, and it still isn’t processing for me quite yet that I am home and that the trip is over. I don’t feel like I am all the way here yet. Feels like I left part of me in Rome and that it is still there, looking at the sun set over a skyline of domed basilicas, tile roofs, and TV aerials.
11:02PM: Listening to a fireworks display somewhere in the distance. Not sure what they are celebrating, unless it is fashion week kicking off, but I don’t think I am anywhere near the three main fashion streets of Via Condotti, Via Borgognona, or Via Frattii and the fireworks sound like they are in a piazza not too far away.
In the University of Washington, Rome Center, computer room right now. Most everyone is sitting around on computers checking their emails or trying to chat with people back home.
Fell asleep too quick last night to write about Day 1 craziness, and what our lodgings in International Hall are like (in short: small room, horrid shower design, but cheap). So I’ll fill Day 1 in later, skipping to Day 2.
The first day, sort-of, of the trip. I’m not sure yet how the wi-fi will work each day, so I’ll try to keep updating these posts during the trip throughout the day, but the majority of the writing may be taking place in the morning and evening.
This time tomorrow I’ll be in London. Still not feeling real to me, my head still feels fuzzy about the whole thing. London itself doesn’t feel real to me, in the sense of it being a place I’ve only read about out of a book or seen on TV. It would be just as believable right now if my trip was to Narnia or Oz.