It took all forms of transportation to get me out of Paris- a train to the north coast, a taxi to the port, a ferry to England, a bus to London…
My flight was early the next morning out of Heathrow, so when I was looking for a place to stay, the choice was a no-brainer: my very first couch surfing hosts! As I rolled my luggage down the narrow streets of Dulwich to Ramon and Ronald’s quaint townhouse, the trip came full circle. Ronald cooked dinner just like he had nearly two months ago, and as I ate and reminisced about the trip, it made me sorry I couldn’t do the same with everyone else I’d met on the trip.
I flew across the Atlantic, coming to terms with the fact that my European adventure was over (for now).
but no time to look back; I've got another half a documentary to shoot.
The sun was shining in good ol’ Detroit as Philip picked me up from the airport yesterday. Great to reunite with my long lost partner in crime. And great to get rid of some extra baggage I had been lugging around the past month…
I didn’t really buy souvenirs, but there was one item I HAD to get back to the states. It was my quest. It’s something Philip and I had been searching for ever since we set foot in Poland. So when the item was bestowed upon me only days after Philip had departed for the US, I knew I had a job to do- I had to get it back. It was huge, heavy and breakable, but everywhere I went, I carefully packed it into my suitcase. Didn’t matter if I got stopped at customs; I had to try. And after all that… it’s here...
…A giant jar of homemade polish pickles.
[thanks, Malwina ☺]
We kicked back and munched on the sweet dills as we swapped stories of the past month.
Later that evening, we headed to an event at the Detroit Creative Corridor Center (dc3). Philip’s company Detroit Lives! is going to be working with the dc3’s business incubator program. They’re setting him and other local entrepreneurs up with collaborative office space, connecting them with marketing experts, and doing whatever else they can to help these small ventures grow.
Philp and the other entrepreneurs got recognized, I got to meet a lot of the people we’re going to be interviewing for the documentary, and there was a kick-ass buffet with free drinks.
I think some people went to a bar afterward, but I wouldn’t know. I was asleep by 10.
It had been a long 48 hours of traveling. It had been a long two months.
Today, consider me on Eastern time.
Welcome back, bro! Even if you forgot the camera somewhere around stop #3, at least you got the pickles home!
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