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i'm not really happy to be home again... nothing i can really pin down with any certainty, but everything just seems slightly off. the sun is too hot, not enough bikes on the street, no harbour... somehow i must have liked it even better than i realised when i actually was there.

shopped for groceries, went to the optician for new glasses. at least he can re-use the left lens...

need to contact that person from the hotel who left a message on my answering machine about them paying at least for the lens that got broken. :: sigh :: i hate even the idea of calling someone in Denmark. i'm sure i'll get so nervous my english will be absolutely incomprehensible...

prepared & ate a big greek salad, because i'm absolutely starved for vegetables - i've been living on a sugar high for the last week.

i've got about half a diary of not very profound ramblings from the vacation to type & don't feel much like starting. stalling, even though i maybe should do it as long as there's a chance i can still decipher my scribbling.