And so we returned to civilisation as we know it. Three weeks after our European Trip has ended, and my head still swims with images of the countless little sights absorbed but not yet processed. There is a great sense of relief to be back among the familiar sights and smells of Melbourne, and to stretch your bones on your own bed, knowing you don't have to find a different bed for tomorrow.
Of course there has to be a degree of anti-climax now. After all, we have seen most of the finest art that has been preserved through the centuries, seen the most significant architectural sites from Ireland, England, Holland, France, Italy, (and the intrguingly distinctive Gaudi drenched Barcelona). Yet there was also some pretty ordinary work that was somewhat disappointing. Among the golden peaks of human endeavour, there were some molehills of underachievement. It was confirmed for me that the spark of genius is rare indeed.
Excruciatingly hard to return to the work-a-day world. So grey, so mundane. And yet, what did we see on the other side of the world but what is mundane for they who live there?
While us cats were away, the home mice naturally were tempted to play. Results: one new laptop stolen during a "party", one car stolen and joy ridden through a brick fence. I thought I had removed anything of value from the house in anticipation of lower standards of housecare from the Young Thoughtless Males. Memo: next time consider plastic shrink wrapping FOR THE WHOLE HOUSE NOT FOR THE LUGGAGE!!!!
On reflection I find this blog highlights a serious coffee addiction,which may be due to Melbourne itself having developed a huge array of latte sippers. Also that the bodily needs for decent nutrition need to be satisfied to sufficient degree that you are not distracted by either excessive hunger, thirst or intestinal distress from the primary task of walking around, looking, listening and thinking about your surroundings.