never having been much of a sports fan, when i was introduced to football [soccer] a few years ago, it was quite odd that i felt so drawn to the game. i adore the movement on the field, the players’ … Continue reading
2014 world cup draw
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busy seeing the world…
and i prosper.
on recommendation from a lovely new friend in london, i am here, in turin or torino. i have yet to discover why italian cities have italian versions of their city names. i can’t think of another country that does this.
on the first of october, i set out on an eighteen day adventure {my biggest adventure yet} around southern europe.
there is so much to say about my experiences thus far. so much, in fact, that i don’t feel as though i can even begin to write about them.
there is not much time to blog when you’re busy seeing the world.
as for now, i should probably finish my (seventeenth) cappuccino of the day, and give myself back to the beautiful streets of turin.
[by the time i leave italy, i will no longer have blood, but cappuccino, running through my veins.]
i promise, i promise, i promise, hang in there for me. i have so much to write about, just very little opportunity to do so at the moment.
for now, i’ll leave you with pictures.
{barcelona, spain}
{bergamo, italy}
{turin, italy}
i no longer trust anyone who says “growing up is not all it’s cracked up to be” and “wait until you get to the real world.”
growing up is the most fun i have ever had and the real world is more beautiful than anything i could have imagined.
with love,
{rosaliemelin}
turn on, tune in, drop off
it’s cold outside. i know this because my hands feel like ice, even if my core is burning from the walk here. here? just a bus stop, one like many others. but, today is different. in five minutes time, i … Continue reading
planning and patience
it’s the job. it’s the long distance relationship. it’s anything and everything that you won’t take “no” as an answer for.
they say that if you want something {or someone} bad enough, you’ll find a way to make it happen.
let’s just say, with four days left until i depart for an amazing, european adventure, and only thirty nine days until i leave for home, i am testing that theory with every molecule of energy that my body possesses.
if patience was an exhaustible trait, a thing that you only had a limited supply of, all of my patience for the rest of my life will be gone by the time i return home in november.
uncertainty can be a very terrible thing, indeed.
until i leave for barcelona, milan, and budapest, my days here will drift by like falling leaves. all i can do at this point is strap myself in for the ride,
and be patient.
now, to get back to my planning..
