The trip conversations - Part I
So.
Please don't beat around the bush. We are doing this for a purpose.
And what a fine purpose it is, to look back on something so.....
...unbelievable. It really was. Surreal too. In fact I can barely talk about my trip. To anyone.
Then it's good you are starting here. This was, after all, the longest trip we have ever done.
Longest yes. But mostly, F&^%ING unbelievable! Ok I will not use that word again!
Yes but I probably will. So: 25 days (!!!) including flights, 4 countries, and way too many experiences. It already seems like a....blur? A dream? Wait, I already don't like the numbers in that.
The nip in the air in London. The bright sunny skies in Edinburgh. The heat wave in London (yes same trip!!) The breeze in Geneva and Sion. The heat in Italy. Which was forgotten very quickly. The cricket. The tennis. The music. Oh the music...
The languages in London. The accent in Scotland. That wonderfully misty night in Edinburgh. Malt whisky. The Montreux Jazz Festival. A wedding reception in a valley in the Swiss countryside. The bridges in Venice.
The play. The play!!!! Waiting. Meeting friends. Drinking with friends. Eating. Feeling cold. Then feeling hot. Then feeling cold again.
Trying every kind of ale I could in England, and every malt I could in Scotland. Taking night buses and night trams. The sauna-like Tube. Sandwiches. Egg & cress. Nandos peri peri super hot chips. No, crisps.
And what about the piccante sandwich????!!!! That was F*&^ING amazing!
Ha, yes. And what a story behind its making! Then there was the time we got soaked in a storm by the lake in Montreux trying to watch the epic final set between Federer and Roddick with a crowd of mostly Swiss people around us. Insane.
I was frozen by the time we decided to look for cover. but I wouldnt change that.
Actually the storm got so bad the bar counter we were watching it at shut down, so we had no option but to run off for cover. Hmm. I also loved the train rides...
Trams. Buses. Trains. Planes. Vaporettoes. Underground. Cars. Loved them all. I was also just thinking that I got drunk once in every city... except - Milan.
What about FEET??? We walked so so so so much. My feet cried out for some loving, but I Loved all the walking...
Me too. I love the little blister still there on the sole of my left foot. Reminds me of the trip. It's been barely 24 hours since we got back and already its all slipping away.
I hate that, how it slips away so quickly. You come back and suddenly all the trip becomes sand in your hand, slipping away. So we must try to write more about it. Might even resurrect this blog (ha!)
Burp.
I know this is endless but we can do a little more quick reminiscing?
For me my birthday was surreal. It was F&%$ING mindbogglingly unbelievable. There I have used it again.
Yes. I could think of a dozen adjectives for the U2 concert and it still wouldn't be enough. Or adequate. I am so so blessed to have been there. We both are.
I want that to be the last thing we write.
We were blessed. Period.
Indeed we were. Let us go to bed now. Grateful, and hoping to hold on to as much of the beauty as we can :)
Inshallah.


