One month.

One month since we broke in callouses on our feet and shoulders. One month since we flew over Nunavut, hairline streams running to the Arctic. One month since RyanAir and sitting on the floor in Gatwick dreaming of Ireland.

In that month we've seen nine countries and been to ten different places. We've gone from English to Gaelic, French to Dutch, Spanish back to French. We heard German and now we're patching together Czech.

We've eaten elegant and we've eaten off of paper napkins. We've seen successes and we've seen bummers.

Atlantic. Mediterranean.

Port cities. Inland.

Hot. Cold.

Too much wind. No wind.

We've made generalizations and we've been surprised. We've made a list of places on next time and some places aren't on it.

Round one. Who's up for round two?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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