Back to Reality...

...and just let me say that I wish I didn't have to be.

Ten weeks of travelling from country to country, city to city, hostel to hostel, beach to beach, and bar to bar. It's an experience of a lifetime; an experience that will honestly never be forgotten as I drink the watered down cocktails in any Canadian bar. Nothing will compare to the 3/4 vodka 1/4 juice European customs. No more stumbling while trying to walk normally down the stone streets of Europe in heels made of wood as the balls of my feet feel like they're being stabbed with numerous needles at once. Well so far it seems that I'm a newly formed alcoholic, but in all honesty I'm nowhere close; I've just come to realize the true meaning behind letting yourself go and enjoying life.

It's funny, but everyone always says that after a trip like this you come back a changed person...and I did. I finally get to wear a change of clothing. No more looking into my backpack full of wrinkled clothing that all seem dirty to you even if you just did your laundry the day before. No more thinking how to alter the same outfit so that no one realizes that you've worn it how many times already. And no more thinking that you'd love to have something new to wear but can't because you're trying not to spend too much and more importantly you have no where to fit anything else, because just like majority of women you pack till you have no room left in your luggage....leaving you with no room for anything else and possible future back problems as you have to lug that thing on your back!

Europe 2004 is over for me....but no one ever said that another summer can't bring another European vacation. So maybe alcoholism and the art of being a bum with limited and dirty clothing is not completely out of any future possibility for me ( i have no idea if this last sentence made any sense...but give a girl a break...i'm still thinking of the beach, the bodies, the booze, and the many stories and situations i have running through my head...)