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A Coffee and Some Recollections (Maybe?) Friday

A Coffee and Some Recollections (Maybe?) Friday

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Stewardess schenkt koffie op een vlucht naar Rome / Stewardess serves coffee on a flight to Rome from Flickr via Wylio It amazes me still how quickly a big trip can, all of a sudden, be upon you after weeks and weeks of planning, anticipation, and nervousness. My trip to Europe with my older sister and her daughter was no exception. And then, once there, you try to soak in everything – every sight, every sound, every taste, and every experience. If possible, you’d slow down each day. Just a titch. Just so you could embed everything a little deeper into your memory banks.

But as with the trip it self, all of a sudden you’re back home. You’re back to work and back to your regular routines, but holding onto the memories of where you were only oh-so-recently. And with that you want to hold onto the changes begun (or maybe even continued) in you as you were firmly thrust out of your squishy-comfortable comfort zone.

Travel – near or far, it can be quite the adventure, eh?

Now I know people are expecting a proper travel update here. They want to see more than the pictures posted on my Instagram account. Stories and details are where it’s at, after all. But I find myself, each time I intend to work on such a post, either not allowing enough time to do so in the midst of other things. Or I have the time and then, say, read some fan fiction along with a ranking of Christian singer Carman’s most badass music videos (ah, the memories!).

I’m not sure why I’m not yet eager to share tales of our trip. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s a weird reluctance to not revisit it so I have to acknowledge that adventure is now well and truly done. Or maybe it’s allll the pictures I still have to sort through. Or what. I don’t know.

So let me just say this: The trip was incredible. It still seems a bit surreal that it happened. I saw my mom’s childhood home. I walked along ancient ruins. I saw the work of artists from centuries past. So maybe when the weather is cooler and I’ve properly sorted through pictures from this and other travels, I’ll share some more stories. In the meantime, by all means check out my Instagram feed. Figuratively speaking, it should contain more words than any blog post possibly could.

Happy Friday, all.

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