Europe Bound

Two years ago today (has it truly only been two?) I was waking up for the first time in France. I was in Paris, at the house of the first of the many new friends I would make during my three years of traveling through France and Europe.

Originally, it was supposed to be a 5-week backpacking trip. But by the third day I knew I was where I was meant to be. I had felt it in Guanajuato years before. I’ve always felt it right before a very intense adventure.

The three years culminated in falling in love at least a hundred times, a relationship and a half of stories of love, friends, tinder nightmares and beautiful accidents, friendships that lasted five minutes to what I think will be a lifetime, train rides, sunsets and sunrises, fogfy mornings-days-afternoons….all the dreams of accordeon music and violin in alleyways and metro rides…enough material to have years of amazing movies playing in my head made up entirely of souvenirs.

And I say goodbye to Europe through Barcelona, possibly the city that I’ve had the most passionate relationship with in my life in as far as cities go, has left me struck and marked.

However I return to France early tomorrow and then only stay there a few more days.

I will be going back to San Miguel de Allende, in México, the motherland in April.I am still processing what is going on in my life now. Everything is happening painfully slow and too fast always at the same time. But that decision is made.

There’s more to say…more to come. But today, for my three year anniversary of living in france I wanted to officially announce I’m moving back to Mexico. Then, we will see.

San Miguel….Let’s do this.

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