Oh the things I think about...

So I'm going to be a brat and before I write about a great weekend trip to Geneva, I'm going to rant about how jealous I am of Asher Begley. According to his facebook status, he visited the resting place of Adam Smith today in Edinburgh. That's amazing, not to mention he visited Shakespeare's grave and birthplace and all of London within the past week as well. It is really great that he is getting time to spend with his Dad doing a United Kingdom tour. If I could pick one country to simply tour around... okay it would still be France, but the United Kingdom would be a close second. They are getting to see fantastic places, such as Stonehenge, together. I really think that if I had one wish it most probably be to take my family on a European tour, so I'm really just jealous that he gets to spend this amazing adventure with a member of his family, someone who has known him forever, and someone who'll continually share that experience.

To be honest, you always share something with someone you travel with. I hope, years and years from now, that I can think of Barcelona and think of Kate, call her up and laugh at the terrible street we lived on. I most certainly will call up Ava, where ever in the world she may be in whatever crazy situation, and giggle at how Spanish guys like her light eyes and how uncomfortable her couch is. Jasmine and I will want fries and mayonnaise from Brussels really badly. Paris isn't the city I spent three in two summers ago, it's now the city that I had the best weekend of my life.

It's funny that when you travel, every minute isn't perfect, things go wrong, people don't get along, things get lost, etc. But you always remember it. You can remember what was going on in your life, what you were thinking about, and you think of the relationships you built. I couldn't for the life of me tell you what all I did in Paris that weekend, even though I know it was a lot, but I know that I'll never forget how I felt traveling with Asher. I loved that we could travel together, and to be completely honest I'm glad we didn't kill each other or somehow decide that we aren't compatible travel buddies. Paris means a lot to me, the music, the art, and the way of life, so I loved that he liked it so much. Somehow just the fact that he feel in love with Paris means more to me than I care to admit...