ein gutes neues jahr

I am back in Chicago. I slept eight hours upon my return and now it's 2 a.m. and I'm about to walk to the supermarket to buy groceries. The last blog entry was written during a nadir in my trip so it is not representative of what happened. There were excursions and adventures to document, but documenting seems pointless, and there was a romance to comprehend, but I'm having a hard time finding the words. I will try to find them and post them later. Right now, it's time to make Irish soda bread.