You never realize how nice to is to simply take a short ride across the pond to be in another country until you’re in Europe. It takes the same amount of time that it takes me to travel from school to home. If you don’t mind the ticket price and getting through lovely security, it’s definitely worth it.
I’ve always wanted to return to London. It’s one of those countries I wish I could spend weeks exploring its street and the countryside surrounding the mighty city. It’s a place where so many cultures mix and collide, where everyone is your mate and music is everywhere. You walk down the street and instantly you’re hit with a dozen languages, and even your own sounds a like foreign. My heart was overjoyed when our train pulled into the station.
So I’ll start with apologizing for this post being so late. It’s been almost three days now since the last one, and even now I’m on a speeding train bond for London, already done with the Paris part of this adventure. And boy, was it.
Your legs are shaky, as your feet pound against rocks. Your breathing is labored; each breath is deep but feels as if it fails to fill your blood. The air around you has grown cold, but you finally see the steep incline flatten before you. What spreads out before you truly takes your breath away. Continue reading “Europe Trip Day 8 ~ Head in the Clouds Literally”
It’s funny how quick things change. One moment you’re on the coast of Italy enjoying the beach and the next you’re in the mountains of Switzerland. When you’ve spent your whole life in the flat and lake surrounded land of Michigan, you forget how much this world is different.
It’s true what they say about Venice; the canals are their version of highway. Teens get a boat before they get a car. Even getting to the island requires catching a boat. Luckily the lagoon once to bumping, and before you say anything, the waters around Venice is indeed called a lagoon. The tour guide said so.
You never truly know a country until you’ve stopped at a gas station for some lunch. Ours just also happened to include 36 people crowding the tiny building while everyone stared.
Hallo from Munich! I’ve officially survived another day of four hours trapped on a bus and dodging the busy crowds going about their daily lives. It’s worth it though to see the beautiful stonework of the city. The whole city is like a giant cathedral, filled with artwork.
Well one country down and another to experience. We left early this morning to travel by bus to the wonderful country of Germany. Let’s just say there were a lot of naps taken today. Something about the swaying of the bus puts you to sleep instantly. The best part though is that still silent of everyone fast asleep. It’s just you and your book. That is until you fall asleep yourself. Then you wake up and you’re in a whole different country. There’s no border crossing like in the States. You can completely able to leave your country to live in another and no one would care. The countries just blend into each other, but still hold on their cultures and languages.