One year and two months
I stumbled over my phone shots from a trip I did a year (and two months) ago.
It was the most magical trip, me and Mimmi went around the southern part of Europe in an adult version of interrailing. Switch out hostels and talking to strangers with luxury hotels and castles and massages and SO much Prosecco, and you have our trip.
I miss this trip, I miss what it meant to me, what it ended up doing with me, all my realisations, all the conversations all the explorations.
And somehow I sort of miss my crazy long red hair even though I don't miss it at all because it was all just one big fluke at one point. And also, you know what they say...
Blonds really do have more fun!