london, bordeaux, rome, pompeii, sorrento, capri, the amalfi coast. milan, portofino, santa margherita, cinque terre, nice and monaco. amsterdam, stuttgart, karlsruhe, paris.
the places of my dreams came to life, so real in the vivid colours of my imagination. for six weeks i explored countries so unknown yet so familiar.
adventures fill my memory bank. french words are etched all over my heart. places have pulled me apart into tiny pieces of indescribable happiness. elatedness.
and people, those strange and wonderful souls who have shared this journey with me, have put me back together, so puzzle perfect, with love and adventure and rightfulness.
travel has overwhelmed me.
give me two minutes?
that’s all, i ask. two minutes to tell you everything i can!
it’s nothing like i could have imagined. it’s better, times a trillion.
there’s something to be said, for exploring with your best friend – in a city you’ve never known, but one that feels like home.
i can’t explain just what i think, but i hope you understand. it’s london and the sun is shining and it feels so much like home.
best yet. cycling through london.
london, putting on a show.
i’ve woken up in london. i’m hearing birds chirp in english accents outside my window.
it’s not a dream.
it’s london, london, london!
it’ll feel like a dream.
like any second, i’ll open my eyes and see the world for the very first time.
that’s what will happen.
my heart races to the sound of voices in the background, mumbling into one, a word standing out here and there.
but my heart races. that’s the point.
it’s in the air, it’s on my skin – it’s tears stinging at the backs of my eyes. excitement, extreme excitement…
i’ve missed you, terribly.
sunrises, sunsets, europe.