I’ve been desperately trying to figure out how to put into words some of the most wonderful weeks of my life so far. It’s almost impossible to explain the energy, the wonder and the joy I gained from my short time traveling solo through Italy and the Netherlands. Heading off on a trip I had planned completely on my own was a little nerve wracking. Praying I had double and triple checked my flights, accommodation and activities, I stepped on to the plane filled will anticipation.
Italy has always been my favorite country in this world, and I think it will keep it’s title for many years to come. When I stepped off the very long bus from the airport and felt like I had landed in a fairy tale. Venice is full of old, worn and tired buildings, leaning on awkward angles over canals packed with boats and birds. The small roads that do exist are so tiny you cannot walk shoulder to shoulder with another person. Luckily for me I did this trip on my own, one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. During the time I spent enjoying my own company I learned how capable I am. I learned to trust my self, but most of all I learned that I can do anything I want to, if I want it enough.
It’s so hard for me to put into words the beauty of travelling this world, of seeing things through a lense that is constantly changing and growing. It’s impossible to articulate but I hope it never stops.