Welcome back! How was it?
What you have to understand is that archaeology is pain.
You get up at 5:00 am, swing a pickaxe all morning in the Greek summer heat, have intense debates about whether the soil at one end of your trench is a slightly different shade of brown than the soil at the other end, spend an hour or so each day cleaning the dirt to make sure the dirt isn’t dirty, have lunch which is Greek salad every day for a month, wash bits of broken pottery all afternoon, label every last goddamn fragment, have Greek salad again for dinner, get about five and a half hours of sleep, and then do it all over again.
Then at the end you go home and tell everyone it was amazing and you can’t wait to do it again next year, and somehow that’s true.
We’re strange people.