This is harder than I thought.

And the temptation exists to keep this blog watered down and only let the world see the ahppy good times that Megan is having in Europe. Very tempting. I have sat down a few times to update but the knowledge of my audience always holds me back. Blogs are funny like that. As author you are always aware of who is reading and select your words accordingly. Different voices for different audiences.

But'll try not to get sidetracked. I am sick and my stomach is killing me and I don't know why and I want to be home, in my bed with my quilt and my things and my friends close by. I want to be able to go see a doctor about not feeling well without it being a production and by food with English labels. Oh English. I miss you.

I feel silly for feeling like this. I didn't think it was going to be a walk in the park but I didn't expect to be THIS gripped by homesickness. Although I didn't want this trip to be a repeat of Britain 2001 I realize that it gave me a false sense of security. That trip was like carrying Canada around with us. We had to worry about nothing.

I need a hug.

I'll post a real update about Munich and Berlin when I'm in a better state of mind.