Suddenly, all the stories of dumb tourists who went into the desert with the Bedouins, only to be raped, robbed, or murdered, seemed like they were headed our way.
London has and will forever hold my heart. It is truly a magical city and I recommend every traveler visit the city at least once in their lifetime.
In the same sense about London, the feeling I got from walking around Edinburgh was sort of indescribable. Maybe it was awe or fascination. Maybe it was me feeling like I was coming home.
In the end, I did lay in bed, thinking just one thought. That thought kept repeating in my head like a mantra. It was raw desire. It was, “knock on my door and kiss me.”
I found a city with it’s past so prominent, from the bullet holes in the buildings to the war monuments all over the city. Still, Warsaw stood strong.
Something about this city was strange. Looking back on it, I realized what it was. It was completely artificial.
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.
Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.