Checking in at last from Leeds, England. Yeah, I’ve been horrible about posting during my trip. I’m sorry; I really am, but it is out-of-this-world exhausting to travel to so many different places in such short periods of time, not to mention walking around in big European cities is a completely different experience from wandering around in America. There are cobblestones, hills, stairs, crazy drivers, and BLISTERS.
The first or second day I got to Paris, I developed a blister the size of Texas. Obviously, that’s hyperbole, but in actuality it was the size of a quarter/euro/pound coin. Huge. (The picture above is at Versailles when it was still “small.”) And right on the side of my big toe on the affected side — and of course, I didn’t want it to get infected so I had to drain it and keep it clean, which stung a lot. (PS. Two words: New Converse.) And this pretty much re-disabled me threefold for the first week and a half I was here. I was reduced to wearing sandals to remove the pressure on the toe, which also drastically slowed me down, resulting in hours’ worth of dragging luggage across the airport/train station in Paris, etc. etc.
So I think I may deserve a bit of a reprieve from taking this giant break from blogging, if only because my body’s pretty much been in shock: As a matter of fact, I didn’t even really suffer from jetlag coming in since I didn’t sleep on the plane! And after all the trekking around Paris and England and Italy (and riding on the backs of motorbikes and -cycles) — not that I’m complaining — it’s pretty easy to understand if I’ve ever truly had a moment or the energy to sit down and write. The reason I’m doing so now is because I have a little time before I have to get on a coach down to London which leaves at 1.30pm, although I’m still totally shattered (had to get up at four AM today — that’s three, local time — for a stupid-early plane back to Leeds). I will, however, ensure I get a really decent, full night’s sleep tonight for a change so I can enjoy the last few days of this trip with eyes wide open.
So I wanted to say just one thing about this experience in terms of rehab: If you force yourself, really force, to physically do inconvenient and difficult things, you will without a doubt have beneficial results. I’d recommend taking a short trip to Europe, haha, but seeing as that may not be feasible for some of you Americans and may be a bit redundant to you Europeans, I hope you know what I mean. Do things that challenge your time and energy because you have to do them — it will exhaust your physical and mental resources, but it will pay off. I feel, while tired, like I’m not even missing much from my usual therapy routines at home, because every day is an impossibly possible workout.
And I will shoot to write more in these last days. I’ll be taking it more easy anyway. That’s a promise!
PS. The Italian tiger mosquitoes feasted their greedy little stingers on me, too. Final count? Eighteen. New. Bites. (Which makes what, thirty-one for this summer so far?) SIGH.
To our healing,