And so it ends
Tomorrow, a renewed relationship with the alarm clock begins, as I start working full-time.
Oh, the pleasures of money coming in to my bank accounts!
So, I've toyed with all sorts of ways to close this blog. I've periodically jotted down notable things I've done or seen, that I thought would look great on the backcover of the book I dream this blog may become one day, when combined with my personal journal. In case this doesn't happen (I know more than a little of the publishing world, and what does and doesn't get published...), here are some highlights and tidbits for you, dear reader.
* Going to the opera in Bratislava
* Languages learned: un poquito de castellano
* Languages lost: nearly all of my French, until I arrived in Paris
* Words lost in English: countless, and I'm still rediscovering them
* Watching a blind tour group at the Iguazu National Park in Argentina
* Learning that a smile and hand gestures will solve nearly all language barriers (cleavage also helps...)
* Countries visited: 17
* Friends made: many
* Visits from friends, no matter how anticipated, can easily go awry
* Friends lost: 1
* True friendships will not be stopped by difficulties or disagreements or blog posts
* Romances/flings: 2.65
* Arriving in London on 7 July
* The icebergs in Patagonia
* The kindness of Argentinians
* Discovering the allure of Eastern Europe
* Visiting my first mosque
* Value of relaxing and losing stress: infinitely priceless
And so, because I've learned that I prefer not to say 'goodbye', I won't.
Instead, I hope that you all follow my new adventures in my new blog:
http://girlwanderlust.blogspot.com/
Grazie mille for reading, and I hope you continue to read.
Hasta luego. A bientot. See you soon!
1 Comments:
At 3:03 PM, Rachel Rutherford said…
I am glad to have shared this last year with you. It fed my own wanderlust. I look forward to the new blog, new adventures.
My last trip to Denmark I realized -- there is no "there" for me anymore. It's all "here," all "us." Just a longer commute, sometimes, a different language spoken cross town.
An even stranger effect is that America doesn't feel like home anymore. It's just the place I've been the longest, and know the routines best. Holstebro is home. Krakow is home. Carnation is home.
May your travels continue unimpeded, even if the geography stays still.
It is more difficult to travel in time than in space -- to commit to one place, one company -- than to pilgrimage.
-- Eugenio Barba, director of the Odin Teatret
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