It is no lie when I say this is one of the best trips I have taken in a LONG time. How lucky am I that I have a job that would allow me to be gone for a week and a half plus with just about two months notice? And friends to visit? I planned things to do like three Dave Matthews Band shows and the Kings of Leon show, the Monet Bike Tour in Giverny, the Anne Frank House and the Hemmingway Bar, but that was it. While that might sound like a lot, if you have ever been to Europe before I am sure you know that it can be a blur from one site to the next. But this time I had a pretty open schedule. I didn’t have to rush from one museum to the next. I could do pretty much whatever I wanted and change my mind on a whim if I so desired.
Once I got back I realized I did a whole heck of a lot of walking. I long for a walkable city or one with great public transportation. I also didn’t worry about what I ate. I didn’t really snack either (The 3 crepes and 3 gelatos weren’t really snacks…) I didn’t worry about guys. I didn’t worry too much about what I look like compared to others.
And now I am back in Nashville where I spend my days at a desk snacking because of boredom. Driving to work. And worrying that I get my morning workout in because I won’t get any exercise in otherwise. I am sure this will all pass.
I miss Europe.
I leave you with this picture of Esther and I on the Ponte Vcchio in Florence. There is just something magical about this bridge.
4 comments:
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oh man. i totally get post-vaca depression. i had it last week. sorry about that! don't worry, you'll get used to driving everywhere and worrying when your next workout will be. bummer. can't wait to hear more!
You're forgetting about the two potatoe chips we ordered at that bar with the nice illegal Romanian girl.
I agree - gelato isn't a snack. It's your duty. You can't go to Italy and not have any gelato. Or coffee :D
In any case, this is one of the few times I really dreaded going back to work. I may not do so well with heat and all, I really miss Italy. More accurately: the experience of that week as a whole.
I get it, and it'll pass eventually. When it does, whenever that might be, I can't wait to hear about the trip. :)
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