Now that my time in Europe is coming to a close, I can only really summarise how I feel in two words: extremely grateful. This opportunity has been one of the best of my life, and I cannot thank everyone who has encouraged and supported me enough. I feel tremendously lucky to have had this experience and I would recommend it to anyone in a heartbeat. I am writing this blog because I know that as soon as I return, I will have to suppress the urge to constantly bring it up. The stereotypical “when I was in Europe…” is sure to get on everyone’s nerves after a while.
These past two months have felt extremely long, as if I have been gone for a whole semester, but in the best sense. There have been so many moments of pure exultation, of wonder and learning. There were countless times that quite literally took my breath away. When I would walk out onto my balcony and see the unbelievable views over the Amalfi Coast. When I could feel the rattle and thunder of thousands of fans at Camp Nou. When I looked up to see the architectural genius of Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia and Park Guell. When I saw the view from the top of Montserrat, legs on fire. When I saw the skeletons of families who lost their lives thousands of years ago in the eruption of Mount Vesuvious. When I slid into a cave that was nothing but pure, illuminated blue water…like a portal into heaven. When I heard the beautiful live music of someone strumming their guitar in a relaxed Irish pub… I could go on.
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