Coming home.

Back from a fabulous trip in the USA. It was pretty hard to come back to France. But, of course, I came back or TH would've been pissed.

Due to my terrible luck with international travel, I had a 6+ hour layover in freezing Chicago. It really was freezing. And covered in snow. It was gorgeous, but freezing. Have I already mentioned that? I used to live in Chicago so it was a treat to have this layover. My wonderful friend, Alicia, picked me up and took me into the city. We visited with friends, ate my fav cake from Chicago, reminisced. It was so much fun. Before going back to the airport, we met up with some more friends for an early dinner at a Chicago brewery in my old 'hood. Dear readers, we met at 5 pm, and the area was already infested with drunk people. Us old people, couldn't understand it. There must of been a pub crawl happening because most of the drunks were wearing some pass around their necks. While eating "dinner", we lucked out and had some pub crawlers sit next to us...yelling, screaming, singing at the tops of their lungs. One of them asked me if her coat was her coat and my coat was my coat because someone stole her coat so she didn't know what coat she was wearing blah blah blah. That's the 2nd time someone thought I stole their coat in Chicago. The four of us felt pretty old sitting next to these "kids". But, we were once like that too while we were all living in Chicago. No, mom, I never drank alcohol.

While laid over in Copenhagen, someone from my hometown (who I probably haven't seen in 12+ years) walked by me with his mom. We weren't friends or anything so I didn't stop him, but it just goes to show you what a small world it really is.

Last night, while relaxing with TH after my long journey home, I went into the kitchen for something and came across about 9 unintentional science experiments. TH recently bought bananas, but failed to notice that he placed them on top of 6 rotting tomatoes and one rotting bell pepper. Then I opened up the refrigerator. More surprises for me. I came across the remainder of a rotting cucumber (I started eating it before I left on my trip) plus one moldy beet. So I asked how he didn't see these vegetables getting old and incredibly disgusting. His response was that he was sick during the time I was gone. Understandable, but did he not open the refrigerator during the entire 3 weeks of my absence?! After seeing our kitchen, one might have thought that the apartment was person-less during those several weeks. Men.