Back to Reality

I'm back home. I had a perfect trip....everything went smoothly from my travel, hotels, tours...everything. Then I fly into Newark and my flight from Newark to San Francisco is 30 minutes delayed...then an hour...then two...then three...then three and a half hours later, we're airborne but our pilot says we are going to have a longer flight because air traffic control changed our flight path. Then I'm freezing on the plane and ask for a blanket but I don't get one because I'm not sitting in first class. What year is this? I'm pretty sure it's 2012 and not 1912. Then we land but there's no gate for us so we have to wait.
I had originally intended to hop on CalTrain as I was supposed to get in around 6:30 pm and head to south bay....but at this point it's after 10:00 and there is only one train an hour that heads to south bay...so luckily, my mom who had been tracking my flight knew to book me a shuttle. By the time I get home it is nearly midnight and 9 am Zurich time so I had been up for 27+ hours.
Getting home wasn't as smooth and it brought me back to the reality that my wonderful trip was over. And as I write this at 3:45 in the morning (clearly still jet-lagged) I couldn't have asked for a better time and find myself wondering when I'll go back.
Next and final post (for now): Highlights and video slideshow...