Wow.
Two weeks feels like two years. I’ve gone so much, and spent time in three different countries, speaking three different languages.
And, I know I keep saying this but it’s still so mind-blowing to me, I’ve seen sights I’ve only heard of or read about in books. I even saw the Pope!
Italy was beautiful. I took an archaeology class my freshman year, and it gave me an approximate knowledge of everything I saw there. It was crazy to see a city so ancient, that’s grown and changed since before the birth of Christ. And the food. The food was amazing. I had so much gnocchi, I could have burst.
But honestly, I fell in love when I went to London. Maybe it was because I saw so much theatre, because I did see three West End shows while I was there, but I loved London so much I feel as if I could live there. And I really want to.
I met so many people there, and that was cool too. I was nervous to be traveling alone but, because I was alone, I was so much more open to other people. I wanted to connect so badly, I’d talk to anyone, and I did many times.
Once I was at a show, simply complimented a girl on her shoes, and then after words she invited me with her friends for dinner in China Town. And I had so much fun. And then we parted, and I was left with this lovely memory I had with perfect strangers. There’s something so romantic about it, I loved that a lot.
But the vibe of London was so good to me. There was so much vegetarian and vegan food, it excited me. And the weather while I was there was beautiful, apparently warmer than most summers.
But now, I’m back in Paris, realizing I have only a month, four weeks, left in Paris. I don’t know where the time has gone, but there’s still so many things I haven’t done here. As soon as I’ve rested from my travels in London, I need to make sure I do good by Paris.