5 Things I Learned While Travelling Europe
Going over my journals from my 2005, 2007 and 2012 Europe trips I realized a few things. Here are five things I learned while travelling Europe:
1. I’d be happy to NEVER see ‘gas’ or ‘bubble’ water again!
While visiting Budapest, Hungary my first time it appeared difficult to obtain regular bottled water. My friend and I would constantly be reiterating “No bubbles”, “No gas” Please! And somehow would end up with the bubbly stuff. One time we got so frustrated that we tried to shake the hell out of the water to try and flatten it. No luck!
2. That people in Italy have no concept of personal space.
While this might not be an issue if the guy brushing up behind you was a GQ model, that’s never the case. For the most part, whether we were in line for food or in line for the Vatican Museum, men and women of all shapes, sizes and scare factors were right up my rear. No step behind or ten for those in a Time Horton’s line up, these people were breathing down my neck, or had their handbag wedged up my be-hind.
3. That even blisters can get blisters.
Thanks to my friend, AKA Nurse Stacey, who brought duoderm! But for those who have read my Barcelona is Gaudi post will know of my crazy blisters that started spawning more blisters on top of each other. So a note to all travellers – bring duoderm!
4. That walking is the best way to get Anywhere.
Comic, I know, after my blister point. But it’s true, no matter where you are walking is the best way to get anywhere and see the city – even while lost. On our first visit to Venice while trying to make our way to our hostel we got lost, but it was great! It gave us what felt like a behind the scenes of touristy Venice, where people hung their wash out to dry, children played soccer in the streets and lovers stole kisses in alleyways.
5. My Favourite place to be is in a café!
Whether I’m at home in a local coffee shop or across the pond, my most favourite place to be is in a café sipping a latté and people watching. No where is this more enjoyable than in Paris. On my last trip to Europe in 2012 with my Father (his first time) we found a charming café beside the Notre Dame called Esmeralda (fitting right?). We ended up spending hours there, latté after latté and crepes too! But the best part was interacting with the locals, one being a friendly man selling gelato next door who broke into song sporadically. We watched travellers shuffle past with maps, couples getting their wedding photos done in the gardens behind Notre Dame and we sat and smiled and breathed it all in.
C’est la Vie!