Not a blog

This is not a travelers blog.
I will write retrospectivly about my journeys at a later date, maybe tomorrow maybe in a week. When I have managed to sort out the incidents of my time away and arranged them in a meaningful order.
At present all I have is a rather narrow and predictable tourist traveler experiances, a fish out of water, foriegner struggling with a language, an alien wondering around someone elses country occasionaly bumping into things. Taking photos, being bemused, bewildered and delighted by the difference. Wishing folk at home could be a little more calm, less angry and generally more mediteranian. Missing friends but in no way wanting to wake up from my soft and murky traveling dream where I drift from place to place without a care. Aware that a million people have been here before me. I break no seel, I have done nothing terriably extrodinary. The only thing that stands out as unusual is that I, me, Sarah have not been here before. Its rather like an arangement of lottery numbers. Each time the same numbers appear but its the first time my specific set have come up. To the outside observer its just another set of 6 numbers in a line.