I’m back from my trip and, as expected, it was amazing amazing amazing. Of course it didn’t last long enough and I can already feel post-travel depression sinking in on me. I hate coming home. Or what I generally call “home”, anyway.

For several reasons, too many to name, I feel more home in Kentucky. Which leaves me in quite a misery since I can’t be there at this point. Whatever is going to happen, I know that I will be back there next summer and that I will spend this year, GOOD GOD IT’S A WHOLE FREAKIN’ YEAR!, moaning and lamenting and crying, suffering from the inability of living in the moment, thinking of the day my Lufthansa plane will take off again.

Does anybody love planes as much as I do? I always thought I didn’t like them, and WHO LIKES TRIPS THAT TAKE 24 HOURS ALTOGETHER ANYWAY?, but as it turns out, I DO! I always had a thing for airports, there’s a certain atmosphere about them and during this trip I found out that I don’t mind flying either. That they make you bring blankets, winter boots and gloves since it is just THAT FUCKING COLD? I don’t seem to care anymore. That they switch the cabin lights back on at 4am because someone has decided that it would be a great time for breakfast? Fine by me, perfectly fine. The idiot that applauds after landing just because there always has to be an idiot like that? I love that guy!

Guess what I hate, though. Flying into Munich on a Thursday morning. Suddenly you will find yourself surrounded by hundreds of business men in black suits with the Financial Times in one and a laptop in the other hand. They will sit down and pretend to be important by typing stuff and staring at their screens while frowning. They will look down on you and yell I AM SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU BECAUSE I CARRY THE NEWEST iBOOK AND THE NEWEST BLACKBERRY! AND I LOOK SO MUCH HOTTER BECAUSE I WEAR A CALVIN KLEIN SUIT AND GUCCI SHOES! You feel like punching him in the face since, come one, that’s easy for him to say, he just got up and you have spent 24 hours in a freezer. And then you squint at your winter boots and your gloves and as the sweat runs down your face because you’re wearing a hat and carry a blanket you realize that he is right.

Just a couple of second later, however, you bust out laughing because YEAH RIGHT, OH MY GOD, HA HA, AS IF ANYBODY COULD UNDERSTAND WHATEVER BAVARIANS SAY. Obviously, you had only dreamt bad.

There’s a site called world66.com that, after entering the needed information, will tell you the total of countries you have visited so far. Mine says: 11 countries, that’s 4% of all countries in the world.

And you know what’s overwhelming? I have only seen those 4% of the globe and already I have found the perfect place. A place that would be worth dealing with Bavarian business men all the live long day if required.