the one where ranna *tries*

What are we doing and what have we done?  I've avoided writing a blog post because the amount of places we have traveled to in the last few weeks is quite overwhelming.  Writing about it seems frightening.  Should I write out every detail?  Should I place more emphasis on one place and not another? 

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.