there’s just something about being out of your own country. makes you feel like a bit of an adventurer, and pulls you out of that little bubble you call ‘home’.
my mom was apparently cleaning something out- and stumbled across some old photos from when I was in Europe 7 years ago (gesh- that’s scary to type). funny that she emailed them to me right when I return from another trip. the first gem was in Florence, and the second in the Austrian alps <- total bad ass I know.