i swear, i'm never home. but as long as i am visiting cool places like this, i don't care! except i miss my dog. anyways i had a blast in seattle. nothing but love for this vibrant city.
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wow. it's still hasn't quite set in that i just explored europe for 16 days with some of my closest friends. sometimes it feels like i was never there and i just woke up from a really bomb dream. other moments it feels as if i haven't left and i'm expecting my cashier to speak french or german at that the gelato stand is just around the corner. now that i've finally realized i'm back home, i want to go back. europe was amazing. despite the language barriers i felt perfectly at home in these foreign cultures. there is no doubt in my mind that i will be back in europe relatively soon. there is still so much to do and see (and taste) in europe. maybe i'll travel abroad with my friends, study there, or maybe even move to europe. after i finish these last two years of high school, the world is mine to explore. if there is anything i've learned in these past 16 days is that rosé tastes like candy and dark beer needs a lemon. ahhh but on a serious note... i truly have learned that no matter what language you speak, what culture you come from or what your social standing is, a smile is universal. everyone understands a smile. a small flash of those pearly whites can go a long way. it can brighten a day or say hello in a thousand languages. in fact, to me a smile is a language of its own. a universal language that everyone is fluent in. below are a few more photos from countries i didn't cover in their own post. (switzerland, lichtenstein, austria, italy and germany) for even more cliché pictures go check my VSCO. to wrap up this post i want to thank two of my best friends for not killing me in these 16 days. thanks for listening to my ear piercing voice singing you lullabies in the hotel room, jamming to "i really miss my" at 2:30 am when we needed to be awake in an hour, helping me down the stairs in Paris, always tucking me in after long days of gelato and taking awful pictures of each other. to my new friends, IM SO HAPPY I MET EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. you all are incredibly special people and i'm so blessed to know you. i'm still surprised you talk to me after germany and the austria incidents that should remain unspoken about. (Abbey don't you dare) i love each and everyone of you with my whole heart and i'm so glad I got to share this special experience with you. so I'm going to stop here and leave you with this quick probably stupid "europe by the numbers" thing. until my next adventure, emily
Nothing says welcome to Paris more than witnessing a robbery 10 minuetes after entering the city. Bonjour everyone! The Nebraskans have arrived in Paris. This city has been my dream vacation ever since I was a little elementary schooler. My room has pictures upon pictures of the different monuments that make Paris, well Paris. Every night I fall asleep looking at the Arch de Triumph and now I can't believe the real thing is right in front of me. The feeling is just too surreal. Theres shopping upon shopping upon shopping to be done here. Too much for just one day. From the praised names such as Louis Vuitton and Tiffany to small painting shops there really is something for everyone. The City of Paris is so rich in culture. On every street you can easily discover restaurants from many different backgrounds.(Not to mention all the crêpes that are a little too acessable as well.) I'm not sure I ate anything that tasted bad here. All of the carbs, croissants and gelato may not have been the healthiest but it sure was the tastiest. Being able to see the Effiel tower was incredible. It's so much bigger than the painting on my wall presented it to be. I don't care what the French say, I don't think it's an ugly lamppost. Paris was stunningly beautiful. I really understand why they call it the city of love. And not just because of the obnoxious amounts of PDA and wine around the city but the views, the smells, and the atmosphere are simply indescribable. Yet again, here are some pictures from my few days in Paris. |
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