It's not the most exciting period in my life, and I think people are a bit disappointed when they ask what adventures I have going on, but if they want adventures, they can go have their own. I'm starting to visualize a future with routine and roots, and I'm visualizing it without a trace of dread. I think this is growing up, and I think I like it.
Even though I don't yet have a cabinet to put them in, I've already started my collection. I have a beautiful clay-colored mug with blue and green swirly paint flowers that my mom bought at an art fair. I have a huge deep blue mug that says "Catholic Charities" from my internship last summer. I have one with a German Christmas market painted on it from a glühwein stand that I picked up when I was traveling through Europe.
It would be impossible to recount every experience I've had in the past month, so I decided to just give each city I've been to a superlative award and let you use your imagination to fill in the gaps. Most Likely to Disappoint Me with Its Primary Language: Barcelona, Spain Yes, I knew there were… Continue reading Superlative Awards to European Cities, Part I
Even as we were still fighting off the jet lag, sister and I came to realize that we did not do the right amount of planning. It was either too much or too little, depending on your perspective. Because here's the deal: for a month (más o menos) in mostly western Europe, it's probably best to either build the skeleton of your trip by reserving train seats and hostels before you go, or to go in with the attitude of letting the wind blow you wherever it will, as long as you don't stray too far from your return flight.
I thought about calling this chapter “Uncharted Territory”, but that’s not entirely accurate since Europe is probably the most charted territory in the world. It’s just uncharted for me, and not a real part of the personal map I’ve painted of the world.
It's funny, because my travel experiences didn't replace the stories I love to read. No matter how much I travel, I doubt I'll sacrifice my life in the French Revolution, waver in indecision over whether I should take revenge on the king who murdered my father and married my mother, or walk through hell, purgatory, and heaven before coming back to tell the story. Maybe I'll never even fall deeply and irrevocably in love, save someone's life, or sacrifice everything I have for a cause I believe in. Life can't replace stories, just like stories can't replace life; each simply heightens the other.
So I've been doing that thing again where I go off on adventures and neglect to blog. Maybe one day I'll have the discipline to blog in advance and set posts on timers, but today is not that day. Last time, I wrote a broad sketch of what I was doing instead of blogging and that seemed… Continue reading I’m Bad at Blogging; Where I’ve Been for the Last 3ish Weeks