summer snow

I wish I lived in Europe sometimes, simply for the fact that if you live in, say, London, you can wake up on a Saturday morning and think, I'm going to drive down to Paris today. Or I'm going to spend next weekend in Italy.

There's just so much I want to see and do, and for whatever reason I want to do these things now more than ever. I want to find a city where the streets were built specifically for walking. I want to pet dogs who perhaps would speak other languages if they were people. I want to sleep in hotel rooms with little wrought iron balconies clutching the windows and huge white comforters on the bed. I so so so much want to ride a horse in Hyde Park.

I know I only have to wait a little longer.