A Sneak Peek at our Adventures in Europe

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins
What an absolutely splendid journey. 

{::}We have been stuffed to the gills on Irish stew and so hungry for a Shepard's Pie that we couldn't get our food fast enough. [we never actually found the pie. apparently not as traditional as we thought]

{::}We traveled by car on the wrong side of the road and asked directions from locals who assured us our destination was simply "right up the road." A geographically oddity this continent is, since it seems the locals feel you can reach anywhere by heading simply "right up the road." [note: you can't]

{::}We got lost. We got found again. 

{::}We saw hot, beaming sunshine and spotty, thundering showers.

{::}We traveled metros and undergrounds, following maps with foreign words and sitting next to people who will never know that they were a part of this maiden voyage with us.

{::}We saw men dressed in swanky suits and shiny shoes, and girls in shorts and tights. 

{::}We slept like the dead some nights. Others, we felt lucky to get an hour or two of sleep, whether it was due to an early morning flight or traveling jitters.

{::}We consumed very little caffeine. We also had McDonald's twice. 

{::}We found ourselves awed by the sight of the Tower of London or a little English girl in a rain boots peering off of the bridge. 

{::}We watched lovers kiss and play or nap on the lawn beneath the Eiffel Tower.

{::}We got turned around. We missed a flight. We tried to visit museums that were closed.

{::}We saw the Mona Lisa.

{::}We met up with old friends and met new ones, all splendid people who added a bit of comfort and joy to our travels.

{::}We took hot showers and cold showers and learned to flush a variety of toilets.

{::}We kissed the Blarney Stone and made a wish on the Wishing Steps. [we have one year for it to come true]

{::}We missed home.

{::}We video blogged, journaled, blogged, Facebooked, and took as many pictures as humanly possible.

{::}We giggled hysterically over baa-ing sheep on the hillside that is shaded by Stonehenge.

{::}We met French men who were alternatively ridiculously romantic and incredibly rude. 

And tonight is our last night together. At home, it is 3:37pm, and we are 6 hours in the future. I am sorry to tell you friends, but the future is rainy and a bit chilly from what I can see.

In the morning, Leslie finds a train towards Germany and I fly back to Dublin in the evening. I've never felt so alone at the thought of parting ways on this side of the Atlantic, and I can only imagine how Leslie feels. [since she's is staying on for another week in Germany and a few other places] [alone] 

There is so much else to share, and all of the pictures and videos will surely help, but for now, I must go be with my friend before we part. As much as I have begun to miss the comforts of home - the food, the language, the streets that I know, my own bed, my cat - I can't believe that this trip is nearly over. That we have seen so much  and experienced so much and managed to survive this crazy ride. 

Au revoir for now, mon cheris. 


Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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