New York nostalgia

I can't eat. I can't sleep. My hands, shaking. My heart, pumping as crazily as a love-sick teen's upon seeing their ex, hand-in-hand, with their worst enemy. Yes, it happens! Spiralling downwards at a nauseatingly-fast pace, I am giving in to a disease that once you've caught, you can't shake. Wait. What? No, not it's not what you're thinking; I am suffering from the Travel Bug.

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Viewing the travel photographs both taken by myself and others on Facebook has pushed me further down into a nostalgic pit, trapped and surrounded by memories of places seen and loved, ambitions of where to escape to next. What also plagues my thoughts - for an embarrassingly large part of each day - is one city in particular: I want to kiss it. Marry it. Embrace it. Share a cream-cheese covered bagel with it.

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New York: I love you.

Home is where the heat is

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Yes, I deserve a slap on the wrist for leaving my blog untouched for so long. Since my last post, I became acquainted with Wuthering Heights and the infamous fog swallowing up the moors of Worscester in England, scoped out the military attire, coupled with trenchcoats, on the streets of London (as well as catching up with my darling friend, Erin!), stayed in a castle in Florence, Italy, got completely saturated trudging the busy streets of Rome, as well as eating five-star Yum Cha in China and Hong Kong (so delicious!!).

After experiencing the bone-chilling bitterness of the fast-approaching European winter, coming home to the sweltering heat and humidity has definitely warranted the abuse of airconditioning in my house. Oh and not to mention trips to the beach and agonising whether to toughen up and dive into the icy water or not. It is so lovely to be home, sweet home.

EUROPE

It has been a very busy few weeks, hence the lack of blog posting. After travelling for 36 hours (with six hours spent admiring the refined leather attire of Italians in Rome airport) I finally made it to Interlaken, Switzerland - my first stop in Europe. From the Swiss Alps, to the Red Light District in Amsterdam, followed by visiting family in Germany, I am now sitting in a hotel room in Paris.

Sacré Coeur - this picture certainly does not do this religious landmark any justice. Image sourced from www.weheartit.com.

The busy streets of Paris are not only lined with intricate architecture, but also many beautiful people, decked head to toe in fur, walking their dogs - both big and small - while smoking cigarettes. So far, I have climbed part of the Eiffel Tower, lit a candle in Notre Dame for Kathrina's aunt, Ulla and palmed off a touchy busker at the Sacré Coeur. This trip has also been quite a culinary experience, as I have tasted the most delicious red wine and last night I ate escargot - I think this will make my Mum jealous; she loves French food! There is still so much to see, but today is going to be dedicated to the Opera Theatre, the Galleries Lafayette and the Louvre (!!!).

The Notre Dame Church. During the French Revolution, revolutionaries cut off the heads of the concrete priests, believing that they were kings. The heads were eventually glued back on once these people realised that the so-called concrete kings were, in fact, members of the Catholic church. Image sourced from www.weheartit.com.

However, even though I feel very fortunate to be in Europe, I miss the Australian sun and a handful of people who I wish could see all of this with me.