After a couple of days of readjusting to my time zone, I’m back in Atlanta and the real life of Ranada. I’ve posted two entries I hand-wrote.
I’m already comparing everything to Europe, particularly Paris. For instance… the train system. I’ve always said that MARTA is a disgrace to public transit systems and that it is in dire need of regionalization, but having to wait for TWELVE minutes for a south bound train yesterday to get from the dentist and go only three stops back down to my job, I suddenly wished I was back in Paris again, where I never waited more than 5 minutes for a train and I could get across town without issue, let alone a couple of miles down the friggin street.
My sorors welcomed me home with Popeye’s, pasta salad, booze (lol cuz I had access to plenty of that in Europe), spicy rotel dip, fruit, and cupcakes. That was very nice and made me feel special. 🙂 Tuesday I took myself to see Iron Man, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and I got a shot of creamy crack to make my hair more manageable. Yesterday, I got a mani and pedi. And I’m going to be able to go home to visit the family in a few weeks. So all is grand in Ranada Land. 🙂