Facebook’s constant reminders of ‘memories’ from the past (ie. horrible statuses and photos from my teenage years that I immediately remind Facebook I never want to see again) actually caught my attention the other day. A photo I took of Chris on the beach at Inverloch popped up, serving to remind me that it has been a year since we got back. A whole year. Part of me feels like Europe was just the other day, whilst another feels like it was eons ago. This, coupled with massive urges to travel again from seeing another friends photos of European travels, has inspired me to take a trip down memory lane of my little Eurotrip.
A selfie atop the Munich town hall, as evidence that I was, indeed, in Europe. Those jet lagged eyes…
Falling insanely in love with Luxembourg.
The beginning of my addiction to Sandeman’s New Europe walking tours in Brussels.
The most disorganised, but beautiful, hike of my like in the Czech countryside.
Exploring more of the Czech Republic, including the beautiful Kutná Hora.
Moving for the third time into my dingy little flat. Bedroom, study and kitchen in one.
A quick getaway to Stockholm with Chris, featuring a lot of mulled wine and Christmas cardigans.
A week in Italy, featuring Rome, Florence and Venice. And a lot of wine.
Summarising five odd months abroad in one post feels a bit crazy. I saw and experienced so much, met so many amazing and wonderful people, ate and drank too much, cried a lot, laughed even more, and ultimately developed exponentially from the experience. Sometimes I wish I could live it all again, go back to all the places I visited and see them in a different life. But traveling also showed me just how small the world is, how much more of it there is to see. And how grateful I am for the opportunity to do so.