We have been in the states for a little over a week now and I'm finally feeling back on track with work, settling in to our new apartment, and ready to jump on the ole' blogwagon again. I think one of the hardest things about coming home is attempting to describe our trip and then trying to explain what it feels like to be home. You know me, I am all about storytelling (ie I have a condition called "long windedness") and am equally ALL ABOUT sharing feelings (ie my job). But, I can't really seem to do either when it comes to this trip. Two months away, 8 countries, 11 destinations, and a kabillion stories. People keep asking us what our favorite country was, or our favorite city, or what our craziest story is and my response is usually some mumbled version of "It was all pretty amazing, but our favorite city, hmmmm, I'll have to think about that....".
The other night a coworker asked for some of my top moments. I loved that question and was so thankful she asked. I think moments are much easier to describe because that's what the trip seemed to be made out of. Not countries, cities, planes, trains, or hostels; but moments.
So here is my attempt to describe a few of my favorite moments from our trip.
Picking flowers for dinner
One of my tasks during during our time at L'abri was to cut flowers from the gardens to put on tables in the manor house. Me, a pair of scissors, an old pitcher, and a giant english garden all to myself. Heaven.
Twice a day we had tea time at L'Abri. We took a half an hour out of our studying to pour ourselves a cup of tea, sit outside, and make each other laugh.
Oia, Santorini, Greece
Our Cave House
Oia is known for their sunsets and the village gets really crowded around dusk as people come in from other parts of the island to watch. This particular night we climbed on top of a roof to get a good view and stay away from the crowds.
Dancing in the street
One amazing part of Berlin was getting to stay with our friends there. We met Johannes and Eliza when they were traveling through the US a year and a half ago. Nathan's friend emailed us and asked if they could stay with us in NYC, it was there last stop on their two month greyhound bus tour of America (you read that right - GREYHOUND) before they flew back to Germany. In the last year and a half they've gotten jobs, moved into an amazing neighborhood in Berlin, and added this beautiful girl, Noa, to their family. Nathan fell head over heels for this little 1 year old, even making us come back from our days out before she went to bed so we could say goodnight to her :)
Dutch style Double Dutch
EVERYONE rides bikes in the Netherlands and I love it. People also ride "double dutch", which means that someone rides side saddle style on the back rack of the bike. This is Nathan and I "double dutching" in a small town in the Netherlands where one of Nathan's oldest friend lives. He snapped these shots of us as were riding around his city center. I wish we had that bike back in New York...
*and I also wish my eyes didn't look crazy town in this shot, but I love this moment so much I don't care
That's all I've got for now, but I can't wait to make an album with these and the rest of our favorite pictures with Pinhole Press!
Your back-to-being-long winded sister in New York
P.S. A moment that is definitely NOT in our top 10 .... the last hour of our 30 hour ferry ride from Greece to Italy. Never again people. NEVER AGAIN.