The first part of my semi-permanent move to Europe began on February 15, 2012. After a long (and absolutely wonderful) stay with family and friends in Southern California, I began my sojourn back ‘home’ at around 5:30 in the morning. My father drove me to the airport, and made sure to see me off in good order.
Once the trip began, I steeled myself for 30+ hours of airports and a bit of discomfort. I had surgery in January, and though I healed incredibly quickly, I still feel touches of rawness every time I move. Still, considering my condition (which is not bad at all, to be honest), the trip was a lot more than bearable. I flew to Chicago, spent a few hours there in relative comfort, and then headed off to London, where I milled around Heathrow Airport for about 2 1/2 hours before heading off to Sofia, Bulgaria. For those of you who know me well, you know I’m a big fan of the country generally, but not of its capital city. Still, even here, things went smoothly. I found the correct taxi to jump into, rather than getting shanghaied by some dirtbag pirate whose life is spent preying on tourists who don’t know the area so well. Once I went from the airport to the bus station, I took a bus ride to Skopje, and have been here since, waiting one more week before I head off to Naples, Italy, where life begins anew (or so I hope). The picture above is of me freezing a bit at my friend Igor’s apartment, but other than me forgetting to close the window, I’ve been in good hands here. Unless something interesting or out-of-the-ordinary happens, I won’t be posting here again until I’m settled in bella Napoli.
