Ah, Italia. We have finally returned to where we started--delicious tomatoes, cheese and vino, balconies and drying laundry overhead, and spoiled boys playing underfoot. But Napoli is a strange counterpart to the Northern Italy I know so well. Somehow the flat, oily pizzas are addictive, and the monstrous churches squeezed into the middle of each modern apartment block are somehow impressive. Scott and I spent much time in the old streets, having made the torturo...

We are on our last ferry ride, and boy am I glad. Our ferry from Crete to main land Greece was terrible: there was no where to sleep comfortably, and they docked an hour early. When Scott woke me at 5 am I rushed to the bathroom because everyone was getting ready to leave, but when I left the stall I found my toothbrush alone on the sink. "Someone stole our toothpaste!" I shouted, tossing the toothbrush into the air towards a bewildered and exhausted Sc...

I am really out of it these days. I can get enjoy where I am and get things done, but always in a kind of daze. It seems like we're travelling really fast and not getting to know places well, but 4 or 5 days is pretty standard. I guess it's something about coming up to the end of th trip--it gives everything a different perspective. Throughout out time in Crete I kept asking Scott where we were, and where we had just been--since I am used to being very aware ...

Man, this whole travling-in-Greece thing is taking its toll on my sleep schedule. Four days after the Marmaris nightmare, we are now on a 12-hour ferry to Crete. At 3:30 this morning we took to the beautiful streets of Rhodes City, backpacks in tow, and as we approached the northern gates we realized that some of the tourist bars wer just now closing for the night. No night partying for us in Rhodes--it seems like we spent three nights recovering from Marmaris. ...

Anxious thoughts of the future have kept me from sleep tonight. Granted, it is hard enough to sleep on a minibus, but it is even harder when my mind is full of things I have to do when I get home next month. It has finally dawned on me that we're really going ot be in Boston soon, and I can even be excited about seeing people, throwing parties, checking craigslist.orgt for jobs and apartments, and rummaging through my boxes in the basement--but those same thoug...