There and Back Again
I'm anxious for another adventure. I wasn't able to go away during March break this year, and it made me realize that it has been well over a year since I've had a proper vacation where I've packed a bag and left the city for a while. When did I start pretending to be a grown-up?
Nostalgia took me back to some pictures from my not-so-recent excursions...
I watched this street actor/mime in Rome for several minutes while he stood completely still, with no expression on his face. Eventually, an adorable little girl ran up to him, gave him a huge grin and reached up to him with her hand. He broke his stony facade for a moment to bend down, shake her hand, and give her a gorgeous smile.
I had never been in a ballroom until I visited this one, at the palace in Prague. Sarah and I attempted to waltz across the floor, until a staff member asked us to stop. Apparently the floor isn't as sturdy as it used to be.
Notting Hill, London, England.
The Grand Canal in Venice was as spectacular as I had expected. It definitely wasn't as stinky as I had been warned it would be. My gondolier's name was Francesco. He didn't' sing.
Michelle and I (plus Sarah, behind the camera) in Fort Lauderdale, FL. I would give almost anything to be sitting on a sunny, sandy beach right now.
Innie or outie?
Nostalgia took me back to some pictures from my not-so-recent excursions...
I watched this street actor/mime in Rome for several minutes while he stood completely still, with no expression on his face. Eventually, an adorable little girl ran up to him, gave him a huge grin and reached up to him with her hand. He broke his stony facade for a moment to bend down, shake her hand, and give her a gorgeous smile. 
I had never been in a ballroom until I visited this one, at the palace in Prague. Sarah and I attempted to waltz across the floor, until a staff member asked us to stop. Apparently the floor isn't as sturdy as it used to be.
Notting Hill, London, England.
The Grand Canal in Venice was as spectacular as I had expected. It definitely wasn't as stinky as I had been warned it would be. My gondolier's name was Francesco. He didn't' sing.
Michelle and I (plus Sarah, behind the camera) in Fort Lauderdale, FL. I would give almost anything to be sitting on a sunny, sandy beach right now.
Innie or outie?
posted by Sabs at 12:39 AM
3 Comments:
Won't lie. Really excited that you got one of these and not a myspace. 'cause now you on MY block, yo.
This summer I am hoping to visit the Fairbanks in Portugal. If I can work out the money and my friend Christy in Belfast (who's from Edmonton) will come with me -she said she'd love to when I told her about my travel path last night- I think I'm going to do the Andorra route from Lisbon. Lisbon, Madrid, Barcelona, Andorra La Vella, Toulouse, Paris. Or maybe Bordeaux. But how can I go to France and not see Paris? Come on now.
You should come. Don't you even think about no.
You have a blog, awesome.
Beautiful Pics and places... lucky you...
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