The End of Something

We have come to the end of our trip. We came full circle, if you will. We're sad to be back, but glad to be home. We had experiences that will be with us forever, and we had other experiences we will soon forget. We drove through the desert, the plains, the mountains, and by the coast. We put miles under our belt. We put kilometres under our belt. We spent Dollars, Euros, Pounds, Dinaras, Kunas, Crowns, and Forints. We got rained on. We got sunned on. We met incredible people. We met total douchebags.

We did things we wanted to do, and missed out on things we wanted to do. We traveled by car, plane, train, ferry, taxi, and bus. We tried to communicate in Greek, Serbian, Hungarian, Czech, German, and Dutch, and failed at all of them. We were regularly shocked by our bank account balance. We got great deals. We got ripped off.

We went places that we'll surely return, and other places we'll actively avoid. We heard the wind through the trees, the crash of the surf, the sound of laughter, the sounds of traffic, and the sounds of crickets. We had great times in the van. We read books. We listened to books on tape. We made fun of Tom. We squeezed every ounce of fun out of every situation.

This will be the last post. We are glad you checked in on us.

We will do this again...