I arrived home six days ago and still feel a bit out of place. I meant to post the details of my adventures right away along with a bunch of pictures but I have been, and continue to be, kind of a zombie. The jet lag or two weeks of little-to-no sleep is taking a lot longer to get over than I thought it would. And I have no idea where to start with the stories. I tried to think about the blog posts I wanted to write while still in Europe and I thought my lack of creativity was because I was still there living my dream. But now that I have been home for almost a week, I still have no idea where to begin. There’s too much to share. And yet, there really isn’t. Friends keep asking me to tell them everything and I’m like “I had a great time and met some cool people. And I didn’t fall in love. That’s it. ”
Yes, the trip was amazing and awesome and fun and something I will never forget! It was two weeks of jam-packed awesomeness and hanging out with new and wonderful friends. But now it’s kind of like “What now?” I have wanted to go to Europe my entire life and it’s been this seemingly unreachable goal for so long. And now it has happened. I have been to Europe. I have climbed the Eiffel Tower and wandered through the Colosseum, and drank an entire of stein of beer in Munich. I am finally the world traveler I always believed myself to be.
My outfit today proves that I’m now a bona fide world traveler – I’m wearing pants from Paris, a top from Amsterdam, a scarf from St. Goar, Germany and a jacket from New York City. Everything else is from boring old Toronto.
Like I said earlier, I didn’t find love in Europe. I feel like that is something I should address because in the weeks and months leading up to the trip, many people shared their hope and belief that I would find a mate on the trip. “You are going to fall in love over there.” “I think the guy you have been waiting for will be on your trip.” They said “that’s why your relationships never work out.” I am ashamed to admit it, but I believed it a little bit too. But sorry folks, it didn’t happen. My big love is still out there, hopefully waiting patiently for me to cross his path.
Certainly, I did fall in love with Europe and surprisingly, fell in love with Germany and the Netherlands most of all. But I didn’t even come close to falling in love with a handsome Italian prince. It didn’t help that I was light years older than everyone else on my tour. And we didn’t really get a chance to mingle with the locals because our schedule was so tight. That said, I did have a very brief rendezvous with a very cute, and very young looking, Brit in Paris. By rendezvous I mean we danced and kissed for like 10 seconds. It was so high school and so romantic.
I will go into more detail in the next series of posts about each place I visited and the new, awesome friends I made. And of course, I will share some of the 500 plus pictures I took. But for now, the promise of more details and pictures will have to do.