reverse culture shock

I climbed that.

The view from the top of the dome of St. Peter's basilica in Rome!

homeboy was sleeping before I even found my seat... (rockin a Katniss braid for good luck in my travels)

Srsly. How is that real life?

English? Free water and bathrooms? My own bed? Café Rio? No Gelato?

I'm definitely back in America, ladies and gentlemen. Saturday and Sunday I was so happy to be home. Italian customs is practically a joke, so easy a terrorist could definitely do it (terrifying? Well, it's true...) Italian airplane food tastes fantastic. I watched four movies in a row (they were free, so duh.). Sat by a fat Italian man who had to pee every half hour of the nine hour flight. Took an indoor train in Detroit to get to my connecting flight. Cried in the SLC airport while watching an Elder reunite with his family. Hugged my parents so tight I thought my arms were going to fall off. First meal back in the states was OBVIOUSLY Café Rio. Jet lag is SO REAL it's insane. I honestly thought it wasn't real because of how easy of an adjustment it was when I got to Italy. But my sense of time is COMPLETELY gone. I can't remember if I had a quesadilla today for lunch or yesterday after church. It may be 5:14 pm here, but my eyes are so heavy because I'm used to it being 1:14 am right now. Craziest sensation. And I have a constant headache, so there's that.
Now the realization that gelato doesn't exist anymore is setting in. Real life is coming back to my head. No longer on cloud nine. I legitimately opened my freezer today, hoping by some miracle that gelato would be there, only to be disappointed by my favorite ice cream. Ice cream isn't even appealing to me right now. If you know me, you know that that's a sin. Also, listening to songs I jammed to the entire trip feels weird. Out of place. Like something's missing.

But good news! Remember how I'm quitting at the Pack & Ship? Well, I was nervous about finding a dance teaching job, but then a miracle happened. I went to the chiropractor today (not being adjusted for six weeks makes you grateful for the good things in life), and he said one of his clients owns a studio and is looking for a teacher! He gave her my info, and she called me! So fingers crossed that it all works out. And fingers crossed that it pays well, so driving to Draper will be worth it :/

Wow. I don't like thinking about real life... Quick! Take me back to FLORENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll go back. I promise.