First week of August 2025: We have unpacked the car and are starting to conquer Mount Washmore. I have a sore throat and my stomach hurts. I blame the airconditioning and the junk food on the last leg of the trip. On Tuesday it’s clear we brought home a very nasty souvenir, I’m pretty sure it’s from that crowded restaurant in puta Francia.
I feel like crap on toast. I don’t dare to watch videos or pictures, afraid of more emotional hangover which I surely can’t handle in this state of health, so I can’t post as much as I would like to do about our trip. The only thing I can do which doesn’t hurt too much is sitting upright, so I choose my desk and start the blog someone suggested. My husband found a possibility to integrate this tool on my long abandoned website. So let’s give it a try. I have no idea what I’m doing, but writing again feels good. Haven’t done this in ages and I feel how much I missed it. I might keep it up for the next trip. Until then I might even figure out to work on the little quirks like update this and change that, but for now it has to be enough. In fact, nothing has to be perfect, it just has to work.
I have unpacked the souvenirs, the autograph got a frame and I made some space on my shelf next to the desk. Sometimes I still can’t believe that it has happened, but this is true and it’s here and I can even touch it. And I have all these photos on my phone. It has not been a dream. I really went to Wonderland.
