if the walls could speak...

We often live our day to day lives running. Running from home to school, school to work, work to an enormous amount of errands, errands to bed, and then repeat.  No one takes the time to slow down, take a deep breath and look at what’s around them. Being in a foreign country, with little to no responsibilities has given me the opportunity to slow down, take a deep breath and look at the beautiful world around me. It has opened my eyes and heart to the idea that the little things do really matter. If you pay attention to detail you can find inspiration from a crack in the cobblestone to the graffiti plastered on the wall.

If the walls of the world could speak they would shout these crazy sayings tagged on the streets of Paris, Madrid, Athens, and Florence…all of which I captured because I took the time to look around.

So slowly go from running to jogging, jogging to skipping and skipping to strolling because you never know what amazing bit of art...or life you pass by.

Emily

Dear Paree, how I love thee...

My apologies for my lack of posts, it has been a hectic couple of days, after all I am here to study…which is what I am doing the least of. Thursday morning rolled around, the 10^th of March to be exact and Jenna and I had not even begun to pack for our Paris trip, we actually hadn’t put much thought into traveling there at all…but once we got on the plane….landed…boarded a bus…I distinctly remember looking out the window and thinking, “I’m in Paris right now, one of the most historic cities in the world...what?!” and just like that the trip turned around.

The first night we were there we met two twin brothers from Canada that were staying at our hostel, we instantly bonded over a round of brutal tequila shots and traveling stories. Making friends is what Jenna and I do best.

The second day was spent with Afshar, Afshin, and a tour group walking around the whole city learning the ins and outs, tails and facts of every inch of every monument, from the bullet holes of WWII to the story of the lady who married The Eiffel Tower. That night we rode the metro (my favorite thing ever created) all over the city with a Heineken can in our hand and a bag of cookies…leaving a trail of cookie crumbs all over the steets of Paris. We watched the Eiffel Tower glimmer, shimmer away and the end is one big Parisian blur…

Emilia