Day 58 - The End of Europe

The Atlantic is really big, and leaving Las Palms marks the start of our journey to North America. Las Palmas was all that you could ask for on a tropical island…ocean as far as the eye can see, tasty wine and cheese on the beach, sunshine, amazing desserts, and a sunset to break your heart. We will gain six hours over the next nine days and while this is a good thing in general, I will also get to teach 24 classes and will need every one of those six hours to plan lessons.

Europe was amazing. More than being culturally interesting, visually stimulating, and a learning experience in all ways, I could really see myself living there. Okay, maybe not Morocco (not technically Europe, I know), but I was surprised at how comfortable I felt there. Who knows? Maybe its another continent I’ll need to conquer in my lifetime.

This blog in particular has been hard to write. Not only am I writing it first in pen and paper, owing to the death of my computer, but too, I am having difficulty quantifying the last three weeks. Each port, each country, each day was significant in its own remarkable way. People have already begun to ask me the inevitable, “How was/is it?” to which there is no answer. I mean, how do you summarize nine countries in 20 days, or even still, 23 countries in 101 days? You just can’t.

You just can’t…