Beautiful

"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was
a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.                                                         - A.A. Milne

(street cred: Natalie Lee)

Walking On A Dream

Walking on a dream
How can I explain 

Talking to myself 
Will I see again

We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I'm just in awe of what's in front of me

Is it real now?

Italian Tour: The Views

MILAN: 2 DAYS

(The Duomo)

(Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II)  (fashion capital of Italy)

VENICE: 1 DAY

(gondolas)

(canals)

FLORENCE: 2 DAYS

(Michelangelo's Statue of David)

(panoramic views of city skyline)

      (Duomo)                                         (dome interior)

(shopping at local markets)

ROME: 4 DAYS

(Colosseum)

(Ruins of Ancient Rome)

(Pantheon)

(Vatican)

(St. Peter's Basilica)

(Vatican Museum)

(School of Athens, Raphael)

(Sistine Chapel Ceiling, Michelangelo)

(Trevi Fountain)

       (Spanish Steps)                            (Fontana della Barcaccia)

Barcelona

The beaches,

the boats,

the booze (sangria!),

the boys...

I really loved everything about Barcelona, from the sights to the taste palettes, the art-deco architecture to the Spanish coast, and everything you could possible find in between. When I walked down the streets, I sensed this feeling of calmness and serenity everywhere. There was a sort of peace between the inhabitants and the place in which they lived. The sun was beaming down on us. No one was in a rush to go anywhere. People were smiling, which made me smile. And I couldn't ignore the overwhelming sense that these people were happy. That sounds so cheesy and cliche, but I think that's what I enjoyed most about Barcelona. Everyone appreciated being there and taking pleasure in the simple things in life, like drinking pitchers of fruity sangria and then napping on the beach. Or rollerblading. I haven't seen that many boys on rollerblades or skateboards since it was cool for emo kids in high school. Oh, and the docks and docks lined with sailboats, yachts, powerboats...right along the boardwalks covered with tropical palm trees. Who wouldn't love life in a place like this? We went up to Montjuic and looked down at the city from an aerial view. Barcelona seemed like a golden paradise along the blue Mediterranean shores. The contrast of colors brought out the richest hues when sunlight hit the water. It felt unreal to be in such a beautiful place in the middle of March.

Caves?

Caves.
Grottes de Choranche

Vercors Mountains

 

stalagmites and stalagtites!

Birthday, Part II

11:00PM - Pregame

12:00AM - Bars

1:00AM - Birthday Cake

 

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