500 unread emails, 40 missed phone messages, and 200 unclicked Google Reader posts later, I'm back in DC. I imagine I'll be working late tonight to trim this heap of work, and without even a chocolate croissant or gelato to tide me over.
The trip was generally excellent, largely because Alex lives in Madrid and speaks Spanish, which took care of the two main sources of travel stress that I would encounter. In Spain and Italy, I discovered that, contrary to the opinion I formed in Greece, not every Mediterranean country is a disaster of bad food, dysfunctional infrastructure, the smoggy urban sprawl of identical concrete bunkers, and incomprehensibly angry, constantly screaming residents. Greece is apparently unique in that regard. However, the questionable fashion is indeed ubiquitous.
Dinner on the Ponte Vecchio: