Adventures

What's for breakfast? Hmmm I don't know. What's your major? Jour.... umm still deciding. The only thing I have ever been sure of in life  is my love for traveling. The experiences you create, the connections you make, and the feelings you get can never be replaced. Each is its own unique bundle of joy. There is a certain rush to it, going someplace new.  Not knowing what to expect but having imagined a trip a thousand of times before anything is set in stone. What should I pack? What kind of snacks should I bring on the airplane? I wonder what sort of trouble we can get into...  The picture above is from around two years ago when my roommate and I ventured off to France (England too but that's another story).  She had never been out of the country before and it had been a while since I had made a "big" trip like this. This was the big league and we were determined to make it.  Granted I had family on the receiving end. We boarded the plane with high hopes and set off on our adventure. I could probably write pages upon pages of our trip but I am just going to sum it up in a few random words and key phrases. French, no English, left our bags, bread, a LOT of cheese, Volvic,  Vichy, cowboy without trousers, Harry Potter, Kung Fu Panda , crust-less bread, seafood pizza (yuck!), champagne,  fishing, Turkish toilets, 5 hour car rides, Paris, ombres, Je ne parles pas francais, Le Pal, family, a lot of cheek kissing, bowling, hand print, Don't Stop the Party, that one french song, fun, really really hot, really really cold, pool, landscape, boys, tractors, town markets, passports with hidden stamps and more. All in all it was a successful trip full of memories that will last for ever. Just looking at this picture I took while visiting a castle in central France takes me back. That's the thing with travailing, even when the trip is over you relive it everyday.  Little things remind you of the good times and put a smile on your face. Happy travels! :]