The only thing I am not in love with about the oncoming spring, is how much it makes me feel like I should be getting ready to go to Europe.
Hearing "ciao Bella!" every time I walk anywhere.
Laying in the grass in the sun outside of The Colosseum.
Napping in the sun in castles in France.
Crossing the English Channel on a boat.
Saying "meet me at the Trevi Fountain tonight--we'll get gilatto. For the fourth time today."
Seeing the Eiffle tower with my own eyes. Sitting under it. Feeling infinite.
Flunch. (google it)
Piling in and out of that coach bus.
Learning about Saints and Catholicism.
Going to Mass.
Being in Notre Dame.
Gypsies grabbing you and shoving things into your hands.
The nuns at the convent we stayed in in Rome.
Living in a homeless shelter in Florence.
Crepes under the Eiffel Tower.
Living out of a suitcase.
Driving through the Apls.
Not being able to speak to the natives.
Being a foreigner.
Art Boot Camp.
Packing up and moving every other day.
Watching Disney channel in German.
Getting pictures of James Franco given to me while we are flying to Spain.
The concierge in our hotel in Spain. And the man who worked in the store next to our Hotel.
High Class Day.
Having to verify on Facebook that I am "in an unknown location" when I sign in.
The crazy keyboards in England.
Seeing beautiful art every day.
Most of all I miss living out of a carry on sized suitcase, looking like a beast, and being carefree every single second of every single day.
Thank you mom and dad every day of my life for letting me have this adventure.