Saturday, May 16, 2009
Ein Prosit!
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit
Der Gemütlichkeit
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit
Der Gemütlichkeit!
Eins, Zwei, Drei, Saufen! Prost!
I am so going through Euro withdrawals (AGAIN!), and I'm not even out of London yet. I loved everything about this trip. I didn't think I would, especially not at the beginning, but I love everything about it now. Even the drama. Even the whinging and the late adolescent angst and the drinking at 8 in the morning. Even the freezing tents that sometimes end up sopping wet. Even the retarded washers and dryers.
It's weird to think that I may never ever cross paths again with these people... a great, quirky, funny group of people I shared 21 days with -- people who have seen me unshowered, unshaven, hungry, cranky, drunk, bloated and gross. Who have heard me do my thing in the toilet. Who I have chatted with from across my shower stall. Who I have seen in boxers and briefs (hello, Venetian unisex bathrooms).
I never thought of myself as a tour kind of girl, and I may never ever go on a tour again, but I did like this one. I loved how it was basically just a shared coach ride through Europe, really. You set up camp, have dinner, sleep. You wake up, have breakfast, they drop you off in the city, and you're on your own. You don't have to follow anyone's schedule or itinerary, don't have to do anything you don't want to do, don't have to listen to a tour guide drone on and on about trivialities. You make your way back to the camp, have a few beers (or a lot, if you're Aussie) and the next morning, you're off to another city, another adventure. Rinse and repeat Lovely balance of solitude and social nights. And I did get attached to some of the people on this tour. I loved the crazy routine (oh the late, late nights and early, early mornings), the laughs, the intensity of being thrown together for 21 days. =)
And then it ends. It feels like you've spent eons of time together, but it ends. And you promise to keep in touch, and you feel like you're the best of mates, and you might even shed a tear for the memories you're already trying to sort out in your head, but you all know that chances are, you will never ever see each other again. And everyone goes back to their own lives, as do you, and the time that you shared together take on the nuances of dream.
Withdrawals, I tell you.
So a toast. Ein Prosit! To an awesome 21-day tour across Europe, and a blissful, blissful stay in London! (Wish I could travel some more, but sometimes I have to be an adult and listen when my bank books come a-calling.) Anyway, happy travels, everyone. Blaze those trails!
Der Gemütlichkeit
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit
Der Gemütlichkeit!
Eins, Zwei, Drei, Saufen! Prost!
I am so going through Euro withdrawals (AGAIN!), and I'm not even out of London yet. I loved everything about this trip. I didn't think I would, especially not at the beginning, but I love everything about it now. Even the drama. Even the whinging and the late adolescent angst and the drinking at 8 in the morning. Even the freezing tents that sometimes end up sopping wet. Even the retarded washers and dryers.
It's weird to think that I may never ever cross paths again with these people... a great, quirky, funny group of people I shared 21 days with -- people who have seen me unshowered, unshaven, hungry, cranky, drunk, bloated and gross. Who have heard me do my thing in the toilet. Who I have chatted with from across my shower stall. Who I have seen in boxers and briefs (hello, Venetian unisex bathrooms).
I never thought of myself as a tour kind of girl, and I may never ever go on a tour again, but I did like this one. I loved how it was basically just a shared coach ride through Europe, really. You set up camp, have dinner, sleep. You wake up, have breakfast, they drop you off in the city, and you're on your own. You don't have to follow anyone's schedule or itinerary, don't have to do anything you don't want to do, don't have to listen to a tour guide drone on and on about trivialities. You make your way back to the camp, have a few beers (or a lot, if you're Aussie) and the next morning, you're off to another city, another adventure. Rinse and repeat Lovely balance of solitude and social nights. And I did get attached to some of the people on this tour. I loved the crazy routine (oh the late, late nights and early, early mornings), the laughs, the intensity of being thrown together for 21 days. =)
And then it ends. It feels like you've spent eons of time together, but it ends. And you promise to keep in touch, and you feel like you're the best of mates, and you might even shed a tear for the memories you're already trying to sort out in your head, but you all know that chances are, you will never ever see each other again. And everyone goes back to their own lives, as do you, and the time that you shared together take on the nuances of dream.
Withdrawals, I tell you.
So a toast. Ein Prosit! To an awesome 21-day tour across Europe, and a blissful, blissful stay in London! (Wish I could travel some more, but sometimes I have to be an adult and listen when my bank books come a-calling.) Anyway, happy travels, everyone. Blaze those trails!
Labels: europe 2009
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