Crash landing

I've been back in the United States of America for 23 days, and have yet to wrap up my End of Europe Extravaganza. That's because June has been even more eventful than my semester abroad.

It's funny, my parents worried about me constantly from January 10th all the way to the 8th of June, when I returned to my hometown in Idaho. Then they stopped. Who needs to worry about their kids when they're right in front of you? Well, that's when the real drama began.

First Day Back in My Real World

- Work out (oh, so this is what a gym looks like...riiiight.)
- Earn money ("Welcome to Napa!")
- Have some after-hours fun cruising around on the boat
- Be launched from boat (no but really, launched.)
- Be rescued by brother Nick
- Experience helicopter ride to St. Alphonsus Regional Medical Center

Nautique parking.

After Europe, I no longer have any shame.

It must have been all the leftover prayers from my time in Europe that saved us, because somehow we were all okay. I was the worst off, but five staples, two days, one fractured skull, a lacerated liver, and countless colorful bruises later, I was released from the hospital to take on the world again. With the aid of lots of painkillers. Which were nice.

Today was staple-remover day, and in two weeks I will once more be free to run, jump, roll down hills, and generally frolic around like I'm used to doing.

This is my excuse post.

Now that I'm back in the game of life, prescription drug-free, and with loads of time on my hands as I have few friends and fewer things I'm allowed to do (doctor's orders: no fun), I shall blog about the last weeks of my EuroTrip.

So stay tuned, Grandma...I mean, folks.

Now that these are out, I can wear sunglasses again!