Almost 2 weeks has flown since my last post. An eternity in the cybersphere. As though in sync my computer came down with a nasty virus, and I diligently followed. Finally, defeated, we raised our white flags.
The countdown till Euro trip is officially in its finally stages. A month to be exact. What was once just a fun intended thought is now becoming reality and Im holding onto my seat hoping it doesn't get pulled from underneath me. On one hand im full of excitement and bubbles. On the other...I can't even see whats on that hand because its shaking so fiercely in sheer fright.
When I think about travelling, I would like to think of myself as a gypsy. An independent Free spirit, wandering about, exempt from the clout of time and all its structure and conformity. Probably barefoot. Chasing no particular path except the one present at hand. Collecting treasures of all kinds along the way. Little did I know that Europe is already filled with some 'gypsys'. However not seen in the same light as the kind so many of us long to be. Supposedly gypsys overseas live by the same philosophy as I just described, yet with handy pick pocketing and thieving funding the adventures. I guess i'll have to be a gypsy in my own right. And hope to stumble across the right kind of folk. Whats are you thoughts on money belts? As on trend as a bum bag?
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