For the past few weeks we've been packing in as many experiences as we can. I plucked up my courage and tried my first real German cuisine. (Delicious!) We went hiking in Heidelberg to find the best view of the castle, and ambled around the eerie ruins of a monastery. We gathered some friends to tour Ludwigsburg Palace, and explore the sprawling palace gardens. Most recently I spent a day in Darmstadt roaming the woods that surround Frankenstein Castle. (Yes, that Frankenstein Castle).
Cue an epiphany: There is no reason why I have to accomplish every travel goal I have while I live in Germany. I am twenty-one years old. My life is far from over.
For whatever reason, I have been nursing the notion that this two years abroad is the last time I'll be free to see the world. Which is just ridiculous. It's no small wonder I've been feeling so disappointed. I couldn't have fit all of my travel goals into the past two years if I'd spent every day in a different city. I have no idea why I was trying. I am not the sort of person to stay in one place forever. I know in my heart I will be jumping from continent to continent for years to come. I will see pyramids, volcanos, Vatican City, the Carribbean, and Versailles. But I don't have to see it all before my next birthday.
|Beautiful, rainy Paris, last August.|