Visual Adrenaline
The Photo Post.
Think of it as a Top 5 List- the best of the best... or at least 5 quasi-interesting pictures from each destination...
NANTES
So very traditional. My hands are awkwardly large
Cathedral 1 of 346
Tricky Tricky Cider bottles. They didn't make the collection.
Atmospheric Fondue. Third Wheel? Never.
I don't remember feeling scared for my life, so I'll assume I was in on the joke...
This is the badass face reserved for two nights of Kebabs...in a row.
Don't worry about it... best buds.
Dijon city centre. Like Paris' little brother. With more mustard.
No clue. Cool picture?
Papal Palace. Say that 10 times fast.
From a different Angle. Clearly I enjoyed the building.
Do not look directly into the nipples.
Cool picture.
Even cooler.MARSEILLE
A native walked by and laughed at me.
Pink... my new favorite color...
Little Mermaid what?
Objects in picture are more sober than they appear
We're like an old married couple. Neither married. Nor old. Nor a couple.
A quick dip in the Mediterranean
Night Lights
Screw college... born to photograph
Nice is Nice at Night
I'm not sure what's more beautiful- the beach, or my shoes....
Best. Lampposts. Ever.....except for the ones on the Thames across from Parliament...those are awesome too.....
Work it girl.
This picture: So Illegal.
Florence. Statues. Whatever whatever.
Crowning Acheivement- picture is a reflection, taken of a window reflecting the tower...
Strike the War
Curves.
No big deal. Just the Vatican.
Hilary in motion.
This picture- a religious experience in and of itself.
View from our balcony
Pompizzle
One of the Roads. That may or may not lead to Rome
Feeling like Russel Crowe. Without the urges to throw telephones.
Note- this picture is an OPTICAL ILLUSION. Aaron is at least two inches taller than this....
Boxers. for Dad. and Cheryl. Cameron, why not.
My book matched the bedspread. This was too coincidental to pass up.
He doesn't appreciate or understand Pope Hand.
Way Cool Tree.
Football Jerseys in Claw Machines.... so Euro_______________________
Now we begin the last 6 weeks of life here in Notts, completely in love with the city that we were so aprehensive about less than 8 months ago....
It was amazing throughout break, the talks about re-entry, thoughts of returning to the states- the fears, hopes, concerns. It's hard to tell how much we've changed, but it has to be pretty obvious that some change has taken place. Even so, it's like the person that looks in the mirror every day who never notices the extra 15 pounds pilling on- noticable to other people, but hard to see in yourself.
How much will others say I've changed? For the better or worse? I guess I never feared for my relationships or re-entry in that sense- I'm surrounded by amazing friends and family- but maybe they've changed? A lot can happen in a year... Hilary hit it pretty well in her most recent post, it's definitely worth a look- the conflicted emotions and scenarios playing out in our heads...
it's up to us to make the most of our last 6 weeks together, limited budgets and lingering homesickness aside. This is the homestretch- something we've known was coming for months, but now a little too close for comfort...
Have I mentioned a re-emerging personal interest in a tattoo before departure? 6 weeks for the parents to talk me out of it, I suppose....
Class tomorrow, maybe a trip to my olde stomping grounds at Ms Bunns for some good eats...
posted by Kevin @ 10:05 PM
1 Comments:
dude, pic of the campinelli (next to the duomo) reflection is sooo tight.
glad you had fun.
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