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.”
To learn another language is to accept another culture, to truly see a language, a country, for what they are. Something so simple as learning a language can help us work towards acceptance.
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.
Walking through these tiny cobblestone alleys in Venice, which are shaded by the semi-tall buildings, you can’t help but feel like there’s magic somewhere. Maybe it’s lying just beneath the Earth, gathering at your feet.
I’ve barely put my toe in the water, as far as exploring the city goes. I found a cool bookshop and the Grand Canal, a big bridge and a dozen mask shops. There’s a lot more to do, but I can’t wait another minute to share these pictures with you.
This is what happiness looks like. When I visited Aix-en-Provence a week ago, my sister suggested we go to the … More