how has it been three years since I visited Europe for the first time? Has it really been three whole years since I went to the top of the Eiffel Tower? I can still remember it as if it was just yesterday. I remember the sounds and I vividly remember the light blue and golden pink colors of the sky at dusk, and I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach as I rose to the top.
I served a table at work yesterday who had just gotten home from vacationing in Amsterdam. I talked with them about how much I love to travel and how much I love Europe. They said, “Europe is so fantastic. The people there are so laid back. Time moves slower there.”
That conversation made me long for Europe more than I already do. I am drowning in nostalgia and hopeful dreams.
I want to go back, I want to go back.