- It really does take about “a day per hour of time difference” to shift jet lag back to the local time zone. So, we should be fully on Portland time by Monday. But based on the customs of Italian-time, everything tends to be delayed -- thus we’re giving ourselves until next weekend!
- We're also giving ourselves hell for how much we stored away, as we unpack box after box after box. As George Carlin put it, "a house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff." A year of living out of suitcases taught us a lot of valuable lessons, including how much stuff we don't need!
- Speaking of excess, our first trip to the grocery store threw us into a catatonic state: 64 choices of granola?!!
- We've also had many encounters with the kind of super-friendly folks who make Portland "famous", such as when checking out from the grocery store: Hi there! Oh wow, I see you picked up some of that totally killer granola. I just had some this morning with fresh organic blueberries, a dollop of raw goat milk yogurt, and a drizzle of Manuka honey. It was so good, and it is sooooooooooooo good for you! That dose of exuberance reminded us of conversations with European friends, who often commented about "excessive American optimism." We would cheerily respond that we didn't really understand what they meant...but we do now!
- As for our own sense of optimism, it has been bolstered by many sweet reunions: starting at the airport, and continuing with both friends and felines:
Much as we miss our Italian friends and adopted home of Genoa, it also feels good to be home!