When the girls and I decided to take on this adventure it seemed so unlikely to even happen, and yet, here we are at the end. I know there are some things I'm excited to go home to (a regular shower being in the top five) but I can't believe it's over. Andrea and I were talking about the flight over here and how it felt like we blinked and now we are checking in for our flight back.
I always get sad at the end of trips, but this seems different. It's like waiting a lifetime for something and then when it finally happens, it leaves a void of where that dream used to be. Dreaming about seeing all these places is something I have thought about since I can remember, what is next? What is my next dream? Kind of sad to think about, like loosing a security blanket or something (don't worry, I've still got mine) but also its kind of cool to think of experiencing my dream at 23... There are so many more years left to dream, and so many dreams left to dream!
This trip has been everything I wanted it to be. I can't imagine being closer to these girls than I am right now. We made a fantastic little travel family, learning (and sometimes working around) each of our little quirks. Dre and I learned inside voices, Lace saw the beauty in tennis shoes (though, still refuses to get any), and Brie learned to be assertive when dealing with three opinionated girls (she usually was the tie breaker). Lacey has walked farther than she ever has in her life, and Dre has convinced Brie and I to run a marathon with her, all while I planned my life and imaginary wedding in Paris (French husband included).
We spent our last night in Spain having dinner, drinking sangria, and being serenaded by men in tights. Seriously. Then the train ride was...long... Really... Really... Really... Long.
Finally, we arrived in Paris. We spent the day wondering down the Seine, rehashing our entire trip. The inside jokes still make me laugh as I type, and I don't know if we can ever relay the hilarity of Dre's "mmmm... Yummy" moment...or my "Mi padre es muy guapo"...or even Brie's "NO pigeon" or all of us saying "philidelphia is ugly" (which will be Dre's and my band name, with t-shirts that say 'we don't need philidelphia fans anyway')... or when Brie and Drea found this disgustingly rare burger on the pub crawl and insisted that Lacey (who was the least inebriated) hold it while we danced... Or Hank the sucker fish... Or when I was talking to a Parisian for about an hour and through my birthday druken haze asking him where he was from (after discussing how he was Parisian.)... Or all of us playing kings with the Spanish waiter's cards and Dre and I being amazed that we kept pulling the same cards (we would pull cards until they matched, and then insist it's because we were twins)... Speaking of twins, on my birthday Dre and I told everyone we were twins until someone asked Dre's age and she blew our cover... Dre trying to flamenco, and getting caught by a spaniard that could not be less amused... Or "Cait, how does 23 feel?" answer: "23 is spinny."...
I could go on, but I'm waking up the other girls by laughing. Thank you so much to my family for letting the girls and I have this moment in our lives, I don't know if you could have given us anything better. Also, thank you for enduring my lack of editing in these posts (who has time to edit in Europe?). Can't wait to see everyone! Love you! Avior, Ciao, Adios!!!
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