I’ve hit the halfway mark of this trip.
Europe’s been exhilarating, exciting, and occasionally frustrating. I’ve grown to really love Paris, was awed by Rome, surprised by Naples and Lausanne, and a little disappointed in London. I’ve got another week in my program and then 2 weeks of travel to Nice and the Cote D’Azur, Barcelona, and Lisbon before doing 5 final days back here and a hop over to London to go home. It’s exhausting to think about and definitely to be living, but I’m having a fantastic time just seeing everything.
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about all sorts of shit. I laugh at myself that I almost let a moment of self-doubt keep me home. I’m seeing things here that I’ve only dreamed about and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.