The last couple of days of our international travels were spent in London. We took the Eurostar from Paris to London, and enjoyed a quiet two days drinking lots of tea, exploring the touristy buildings, and even getting caught in a rainstorm, an event that felt quintessentially British. This was my second time in London, and I absolutely loved it. The first time I visited, it didn’t impress itself on my memory the way Paris did, but now six years later, I may just prefer it. While London is a bustling city, in comparison with Paris, at least to me, it feels like a quiet breath of fresh air. One thing I love about travel is how much it teaches me about myself, and as I’ve had the opportunity to revisit these different places, I’ve learned that now I’m much more drawn to quiet reserved charm than sparkle and glamour.
Ask most members of my family what their favorite country to visit is, and they will likely answer with an enthusiastic “Switzerland!” While I have a hard time choosing a favorite, Switzerland has a special place in my heart. My grandfather coordinated travel groups to Europe back in the 70s, and when my dad graduated college, they took a trip to Switzerland. Now my dad has continued to pass down that love of travel by taking me and my siblings on a similar trip when we graduated high-school. Traveling to Europe is something we all love, and you’ll often find us sharing stories of different trips and countries. I’m convinced my Grandy has been everywhere, and I love to listen to his travel tales. A favorite town for all of us is Grindelwald, but on our way there, we often stop in Lucerne. I feel so fortunate to have been twice now!
While in Europe, I got to visit Italy for the first time, and it was pretty dreamy. We drove in from Austria, and started our visit in Venice, or Venezia if you’re Italian. It completely blew away my expectations, and I even loved the quintessential tourist activities. From gondolas to gelato, Italy is magical, and these were some of my favorite moments.