An Alligator Abroad: A Smell is worth a thousand pounds...or euro...

So it's my last day here. I need to go home. I haven't understood a complete sentence in over a week. I've realized I'm an American. I mean, it is my species. The world has a lot to offer and I was luckily able to get a taste of it. (The Parisian rabbits were amazing!) It is the little differences between where you come from and where you are at the moment that strike you the most. The lack of trash cans, abundance of dogs, lack of deodorant use. It's the decorated boarded up windows (honestly, the UK even decorates the boards on their abandoned buildings, like stained glass windows with wood, crazy cool stuff). It's the Royal with cheese, the military with weapons from 1954 or ancient fuzzy hats and parachute pants. But most of all it's the people. The smelly dirty well dressed deusche bag people that inhabit the world that make you miss home. Sure they're still deusche bags, but they're not MY deusche bags. The good old American boys with star tattoos and faux hawks, pimped out trucks and Escalades on 26s while they still live with their mom on section 8. (and I mean that in the most loving way possible. I wouldn't maim them if I could...well maybe some of them but who wouldn't =P) I mean the world is a great place and I really appreciate all the diverse ways of doing things but I like the comforts of home. I miss fried foods and bland vegetables, its a real mind blower to think the vegetables are tastier than that 8oz deli slice they call steaks here. It's all good though. I'll be back soon most definitely. For now it's dreams of home back in the states. Night my friends. The journey is soon to be complete, unfortunately with documentation to match. Enjoy! More will follow.