i went to europe about 7 weeks ago&there’s a crazy thing held in looking back on those pictures. it’s a surprising, surreal sort of experience. obviously i do remember heaven holes&all the beautiful shadows on the stone walls (i screamed&jumped when i saw this things..quite hard to forget) i do remember the laughing all night squished into our little hotel rooms, entertained by youtube videos&french game shows. i do remember the glooooorious food&all the hours that went into sitting at the dinner table. even though these pictures capture concrete things, the shadows&crazy wind&brisk air, they bring back emotions. the emotions of being perfectly content walking down the street after eating nutella crepes for lunch (how cliche paris tourist am i?)&the extreme exhaustion&the beautiful delirious daze that summed up most of the trip. so these pictures of walls&landscapes bring me back to concrete memories of standing on cobblestone holding up the group, insisting that i get one more picture. what a nice way to remember my spring break.
all in all, i adore europe, traveling, these people, picture-taking, blogging (debatable, look how long its taken me from my last post…)&&& AM SO THANKFUL YOU’RE READING THIS!!!!