Time has been flowing by pretty fast, since we returned from Italy. All in all, I was happy with how things turned out, but I can't help feeling that something went missing during our time there. I couldn't quite figure it out, but I knew that if I went back there, I would've done something in a different way.
Was this just retrospect, or did I change while there? If so, did I change for the better, or for the worse? Either way, what really matters, is that we're back, and we're safe. Well, for the time being. We still needed some time to recuperate, our wounds still showed, and I can't say that my bones were fully intact, but we were getting there.
At this point, we were already getting back to working out, and practicing. Even though we got way stronger, thanks to Francis' family, but unless we kept on practicing, we'd eventually fall back to somewhere close to our earlier levels, and knowing what's to come, we couldn't ignore that.
