Final Week: Z

I've been back from my 11-month adventure for a few weeks now, and I've had time to reflect on what I've learned.

1. Whether you worry about it or not, things tend to work out in the end.
2. In the summer, the weather in Alaska is much better than the weather in Japan or Kansas.

3. How lucky am I to have English as my native language! It not only helped me get employment all over the world, but also helped me communicate in airports throughout the globe.
4. Italy is still the most beautiful country I've ever been to.

5. You can never have enough ZIPLOC bags when you travel.
6. Even though they had explicit instructions not to do so, your nephews will grow taller than you when you are away.
7. As long as you can eat noodles or rice, you can travel almost anywhere.
8. One positive experience with a local makes up for five negative experiences (so be nice to tourists!).
9. The Internet (Skype, Facebook, Hulu, online billpaying, etc.) makes living abroad so much easier than it was 20+ years ago when I first went to Italy, but it is still necessary to have a worthy secretary at home. (Thanks, secretary....and I still owe you that lunch!)
10. We are more alike than we are different.
11. Austrian Air has ridiculous baggage restrictions and fees.
12. There's no place like home ... especially when ZINNIAS are greeting you in the garden.

There it is: A-Z twice over. Thanks for letting me share my year with you!

Week 51: Y

This post is dedicated to my sister who is YEARNING for me to, for once in my life, finish a project.

YIKES! Upon my return home, besides weeds, weeds and more weeds, I also found a human head in my flower bed! Thanks to my brave brother-in-law who retrieved it for me (I thought it was a giant fungus and didn't want to deal with it), I now have an Easter-Island-worthy guardian of my back drive. But now I'd really love to know how it ended up in my garden.

I'm back in academic mode, so I thought I'd introduce some obscure Y words. Here are the precious little dears that I have been looking after the last two weeks. I'm happy to report that they don't YAFF (to bark like a snarling dog), nor, contrary to their appearance, do they YIP or YAP.

Mamma, whom I captured YAWNING in this action shot, did just vomit, though, as I was typing up this post. Oh, how many paper towels I will save when the girls go home to their parents tomorrow!

Somewhere in these trashcans full of my YARD detritus must be the poison ivy which is now making me YEUK (to itch or scratch).