Disappearing is a magical thing for more reasons than one. I went away for 2 weeks, and I'd like to think that I made the best of my time while I was away, and when I came back everything seemed to be so much smaller, and yet so vivid. It was strange as I strolled into my room that I hadn't seen and realized how everything seemed different. Sleeping in different places for most of the time does that to you I suppose, and once you're home, its hard to imagine that you are.
Throughout this trip I've met a lot of people, it didn't surprise me though, since my objective was to meet people, I talked to people on the plane, met some new friends, and some old ones as well. Even though I dreaded that it had to end, I was in a way, ecstatic as well, to get back to work, you know? I woke up this morning feeling like a million bucks, and just strolling down the corridors into my office and just got right onto it. Its a great feeling to be back with a different perspective and plenty of memories.
Photography there was...well, let's just say it wasn't my best work, but that wasn't my plan anyway, I was there to enjoy myself and not to think so much, so that was done, and I'm happy. I took loads of photos though, but I just went through some of the digital ones and I'm not too happy about most of them. The skies were particularly overcast on most of the days I was there, which perhaps contributed to the lack of lighting, but ah well, memories nevertheless.
I'm still feeling pretty lethargic, not having enough rest throughout the whole trip does that to you. I couldn't sleep anyhow, since I kept waking up early. Probably it was the enthusiasm that is associated with being in a different place. I have that when I'm doing something different, or when I'm on vacation, so sleep seems rather redundant. But of course, the price will almost always be paid later.