on going places

 Cruisin' in Amsterdam

A few days ago I was rummaging through old pictures taken while I was traveling through Europe in 2010.  This was a time pre-David, pre-declaring my major, pre-responsibilities, and pre-real life.  Which basically means it was (besides no David) a wonderful time of my life and a perfect time to gallivant through England, France, and Italy.   I was trying to remember the things we did and places we went to make a few recommendations...

Yesterday I somehow stumbled upon friend's blog from college who now lives in Manhattan with her husband that is chronicling their time spent eastward.  She reminded me how fun New York is.  I also found myself spending a fair bit of time wondering through this pretty London vs. Paris blog...

These few things started me thinking about what it would be like to really live somewhere so metropolitan and different from my suburban ways.

 Let it officially be known that I have a soft spot for my Californian suburban homes.  They are familiar, and wonderful, and will always be home.  And I love being able to always find a parking spot.

But...sometimes I'm up of a challenge.

Like how would grocery shopping in NYC be different without my car?  No more buying in bulk.  And walking most places/ using public transit on a daily basis?  I lived in London for a few months and rode the Tube all over, but it surely wasn't really living in London and using the Tube to get to doctor's appointments, school, and work.

What would be different?
What would be the same?
What would I miss?
What would I love?

Today, these are my wonderlusting thoughts...

oui

Absolutely EVERYTHING about this blog makes me want to forget what I'm doing and go wander the streets of Paris.
In a very Sabrina-esque sort of way.

Wanna come with me?

beautiful places

This morning I woke up wishing I wasn't in Provo, but in some other lovely place.

Somewhere with gorgeous architecture,
delicious food
and museums full of art.

Perhaps my fit of reminiscing was brought on because I'm reading Julia Child's book My Life in France.

(which makes me want to fly to Paris this instant and eat something sauteed in butter).

Or perhaps I'm reminiscing because this time last year I was traveling abroad visiting such beautiful places.

Whatever the reason I thought I might share some of my favorite aesthetic memories with you:

I think it's quite nice to take a stroll down memory lane every so often, don't you?

Roma

I told you I'd get around to it eventually.

That I would never forget about my Roma.

I bet you didn't think I really would.

Well I'm doing it.

Here goes.

rome.

here's what she looked like:

here's what we looked like:

all smiles

p.s. venice

The way to navigate Venice: 

To walk everywhere and get repeatedly lost on streets whose names change constantly and don’t appear on any of the maps your hotel so kindly tried to give you.

Truer words were never written.

But really who minds getting lost when everywhere you go looks like this?

post script

Cross this off my bucket list.

This has been the background of my computer on and off for the past 3 years:

And everyone would ask me:

"Did you take that?"

"Have you been to Italy?"

My answer to both questions to both questions can now be yes:

I am the happiest.

oh venezia

you are

color

windows

and laundry drying slowly on the line

 I will miss you

but not your 90 degrees and 95% humidity

the tour

ok lets backtrack.

the last 2 weeks = London, Paris, Venice & Rome

First: Showed the girls around in my London town which of course included 

telephone booths

Portobello Road

& tea 

Next we go to Paris where we

loved the Eiffel tower

explored Versailles 

got lost in the Louvre

& found the middle of the city 

 Venice and Roma will have to get a post all to themselves because the bright California sun is shining and I must go out and enjoy it.

arividerchi