Every city has had its own unique charms. Little details that are etched forever in my brain. How can I write about them all without boring my audience to death. What is significant to me, will not necessarily be significant to you, dear reader.
Therefore, I have decided not to write about the past four weeks at all. Skip them and start anew. Why? Because I can. Because I want to. Because this way, I don't have to place any judgement on where we have gone. The observations I made are in my head, and that is where they will stay.
For those of you who are curious, however, about where we went, I will tell you this much:
Italia--Roma; Sabaudia; Napoli
Deutschland--Berlin; München
Czechia--Praha
Österreich--Vienne
There. That's that.
So whats on the schedule now? Time is moving so quickly--I'm not ready for all of this to be over. And yet, I'm so excited or the plans we have set up.
Next week, Salma, Courtney and I are headed to Svedala, Sverige to visit our very own Yasna for a week. Our return to Pareeeee marks the departure of Courtney (*tear*). School ends two weeks after--at which point I must bid my adieus to Madame Amsellem (this time for real) and Sarah Burke (gasp, you too, Sarah!).
AND THEN, for anyone who I have not already told: rather than returning to the United States during the first week of June, Salma and I have extended our trip to the first week of July. Back to Mason, we will go then for lovely summer classes.
We will be hanging out in Paris for a couple of weeks. Hit the beach au bord de la Seine, and then jump on a plane to go to Copenhagen where we will attend Scandinavia's (and I think one of Europes) biggest music festival, Roskilde, http://www.roskilde-festival.dk/. It's basically a huge equivalent to Woodstock (without the fires, crossing fingers now). For a list of musicians playing, check the website.
We were pretty surprised that the plan to go to the festival actually went through. i think its going to be the perfect end to the perfect year.
But, who really wants to think about the end? Not me. for now, I will sit back--actually, I will probably lie back on the grass at Luxembourg, and relax, take in the beautiful weather. Maybe I'll even eat a gelato or two.
Because, as my mother likes to say, I'm living in an alternate reality--an imaginary, perfect life--and I'm going to hold on to it for as long as I can.
Take that, real life.
