time traveling

There is nowhere and nothing I have seen that can compare to the beauty of Italy, that can compare to the beauty made in Italy. After a day home, I'm ready to go back. I'm already making upcoming plans for next years travels to Paris, switzerland, spain and anywhere else I have time to go. I'm unsure as to weather the reality as sunk in that we've made music across this country and the places we've sang have a far longer life than the discovery of residing country. How can i describe such an experience?

After a recovering nap this afternoon, my mother asked me if i took drugs over seas due to my complete confusion as to where I am and what time it is and what exactly is going on. I was offended at the accusation considering I've never touched drugs and found the question a bit humorous. I still haven't settled back into routine, or back into reality.