eternal sunset and marc the american

and here i am in conroe, texas. home of kuntry katfish, the fighting conroe tigers, and me marc.

in a way, it seems like i never left. yes the nephews are definitely bigger and a few more forests are cleared, but it still seems as if this grand european trip was all an illusion and that for the past three and a half months i've still been living at home watching bad vh1 programming. i'm sure once i see all the santa chiara kids back in austin it'll all make sense to me but for now i'm running errands at kroger and eating leftovers from last night. though every once in a while i'm caught off guard and a flashback rushes in and leaves me in a dead stare. did i pass time in rome by sitting in front of the pantheon? did i swim naked in the mediterranean? did i ride bikes across austria, hike up the swiss alps, AND go ice skating in denmark? was i not just living in a medieval tuscan town?

so hear's the deal. i'm sure all of this changed me in some way but i'm not sure how yet. it's good to be home, for christmas time is upon us and i aim to have the best dang christmas lights in town. buongiorno america.