Yesterday I took a walk.
My intention was to walk a few blocks to stretch my legs, but it was bright out (yay Spring!), the weather was nice, and I could literally feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders; so, I decided to continue walking.
I then realized that it had been so long since I had just taken a walk without a purpose, so long since I had enjoyed a solitary moment with myself.
You see, during my solo trip through Europe I walked a lot by myself. When people ask me about my trip, I talk about the sites, the museums and the wonderful people, but I never talk about my walks. This is because my walks were the most intimate moments I shared with myself during my trip, moments I shared with no one else.
I remember walking the streets of Dublin, Paris, Madrid, Seville, Cadiz…
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