This trip has taught me so much about myself in such a different way than Ireland had.
The one main thing I can’t get past is how many unbacked and petty limits I set for myself.
I was shit-scared of the fly-fishing boats, and contemplated chickening out, but it ended up being the best thing I’d done. To think that fear of something as dumb as thrill and clear blue water could stop me…
Oh and I don’t sing karaoke right? But me and Meatloaf got down in the Swiss Alps and I performed my heart out in Florence. But I don’t sing karaoke.
I also ate tons of things that I “don’t eat.” How stupid? I had egg yolk, salmon, calamari, pork, steak, duck, escargo, chapagne, ham sandwiches—such stupid things that taste great. So why set unnecessary limits? With anything? My friends, my career, traveling, boys, anything.
Something I wrote while sitting in Newark airport–the night I was leaving for the trip:
…”tonight starts my three-week journey of high-speed meandering across Europe.
-Dream like you shouldn’t…only you know what’s truly possible.
-Go where you’re told not to…fear should not own you.
(And my personal favorite)
-Sing like you know how and eat what looks nasty.”
I’d say job well done
I met so many insanely outgoing and amazing people on this trip—so many bright lights. I would like to keep in touch with a bunch of them