Still feel gone

Before I let it slip another day, the family and I have arrived safely back in the States. Our trip back last week was a major adventure, handled with our family's now familiar stoicism. We learned more than we ever thought we would about the floor-plan of Boeing 747s thanks to chasing Mila around one for over five hours over the Atlantic, and made it from one end of Schiphol Airport to the other in under twenty minutes to catch our connecting flight while picking up three kilos of aged Gouda, The Times, Le Monde, and De Volksrant along the way. Since getting back to the Berkshires, we've been fighting jet lag and culture shock here at Camp Williamstown, where we are peacefully free of telephones and television for the time being. Still getting back on track, but more to come soon...