Remember going to your local one hour photo shop to pick up prints from those indestructible disposable cameras we all tossed around on summer vacations. The excitement to see the partially light-fogged 4×6 candid moments on glossy or matte paper. And making sure to request double prints to share with summer friends. Keep that nostalgia in mind, my summer friend, when viewing these handful of moments from my recent adventure. For the youngins that have no clue of the magic of waiting for photos, just pretend this is a facebook album instead ;D
When traveling with a eurorail pass the most viewed landscape ends up being station after station after station.
And when not on the rails this blister-inducing footwear took me everywhere. From rickety wooden bridges in lush green forests
to pastures where greeters were just as curious as their observers
down outstandingly odd streets
chased the dissipating sun
and found a replacement light source in an iconic structure.
They even helped me climb on to ancient stones.
I gazed upon impressive spaces that were the size of villages
And were responsible for saving a town.
Entertained when we stumbled upon a stellar light show
And by the famous Flamenco of Spain.
Treated to more tastiness than should be allowed
hours of train reflections
and the most cliche European views.
But my favorite shot to share comes from my hunt for seagulls on the northern coast of France. These stealth bombers (one dropped a payload on my friend) were quick and full of character. I successfully captured my soaring brethren in the perfect summer sky. And encapsulated the journey in one floating moment.
Plan: Land in one place. Grab a Eurorail Pass. Explore multiple countries over a two week span. Reality: Renewing my love for a nomadic lifestyle on a trip filled with family, friends (old and new), and flavorful food.
This was not my first European adventure. In fact I used to live there. But something about the last two weeks felt more engaging than previous times I’ve run on the rails. More alive. Hard to articulate the journey’s fusion of the perfect traveling partner; luck; and discoveries, but I think this acrobatic neck flag in front of the Eiffel Tower sums it up nicely. Overall the days were packed full of sights, laughter, minor hiccups, and kilometer after kilometer of all types of landscapes. From mountains to sea. City to countryside. Old world and new. We saw it all. A two week journey is just enough time to taste the culture and leave my vagabond soul ready for the next backpack expedition.
Writing of culture, I won’t bombard the world with every picture of the fine cuisine that I devoured, but I do want to mention a few highlights. Like this sweet dessert crepe — poached pear drenched in dark chocolate over a wheat crepe — we had after our savory lunch crepes in Versailles.
My European adventure began to feel like a tasting tour with all of the delicious treats and dishes I kept stuffing down. Pretzel bread and strudels. Crepes filled with various sweet or savory goodness. Breads of different shapes, sizes, textures, and fillings. Tapas and pincho delicacies. And the cheeses. Oh goodness the cheeses. They awakened some long lost cheese lover I had been hiding from myself all these years. Never been much of a foodie, but after this latest culinary European exploration I may have to become one.
awake to the life of illusions. walls shrinking around. sky a tempting hue. i grow taller. dominate my domain. scour over streets below. limited options present themselves. be crushed. suffocate under blank walls. or take flight. and discover vibrancy in an endless sky. accepting the terms. a time has come for escape.