Moments of Nostalgia.

All day, I've been thinking about my junior year of high school, when we had this class trip to Europe.

And even though most of the trip was drama-filled, I really did have a great time.

Major bonding experience with one of my besties, LH, and finding out people's true colors, and who my real friends will always be.

Crazy moments with Mama Lanni: the ferri from the White Cliffs of Dover, naming the seagulls, that store we thought was just a regular every day store like CVS but turned out to be mostly sex toys and porn outfits, trying to piece together French phrases, the fire dancers at the projected painting show at that church in Normandy.

Madame S: hilarious explanations of places and things, dinner conversations, the umbrella that her hand was permanently attached to the entire trip so she wouldn't get sunburn, topless sunbathing with her daughter at a beach in Nice, France and the conversations we had that day and us 3 getting lost several times on the way back to the hotel even though Madame had visited that city a bunch of times before.

Our adorably lovable tour guide that we all forgot to keep in touch with. =/

LH: dealing with the drama of the others, ending up being roomies after a week of other hellish roommates, le petit homme vert, the firemen's ball with too many men and not enough cute women (in my opinion), the white cliffs of dover/ferry ride/laughing at Mama Lanni naming the seagulls/the waves/the bathroom where we decided we wanted to get a house and paint all the rooms lime green and purple because those colors looked amazing on the bathroom walls (I can't for the life of me find that picture of us), Anne Hathaway's house and garden and the BEST picture ever taken of us), Shakespeare's town and that graveyard that I was obsessed with (lost those pictures too, ugh), that really great Indian food restaurant in the Soho district of London near that gay bar where we saw those buff football-type men wearing skimpy gladiator outfits, Bastille Day and the fireworks and how disappointed we were that we couldn't watch it from the boat we had been on and those asshole local kids who threw full soda cans at us because we were tourists, the college district in London, that amazing feeling when we went swimming in Nice and could see most of the way down and the white sand, when the entire group taught B how to swim at that random river we stopped at to have a picnic and swim, Monaco and that AMAZING chocolate shop we found with the best white chocolate bars with strawberries pieces in it (yeah, remember how we were all shocked that I chose chocolate with FRUIT in it? haha), the perfume factory and seeing how they made the different shapes of soap and being able to buy a bunch of it and having the smells stay with us for hours after, all the flower arrangements I HAD to take pictures of to show my mom because they were that pretty and creative, that little sandwich shop in the town with that statue of a jester, the Eye of London and how freaked out I was because we were so high in the air, Windsor Castle.

I could go on and on. I miss those 2 weeks so incredibly much. I wish I could go back, right now. I would have done a lot of things on that trip differently.

 This is when I fell in love with Europe.

Le Petit Homee Vert