Goodbye

I didn’t intend philfiles to be a blogumentary of my semester abroad. That said, I figured I’d cap it off with a semester in review. I feel so VH1.

Here’s one last look back before we go forward:

I watched the sun set on the Thames, night fall on the Seine, and the day dawn on the Tiber.

I was uffizied, alhambraed…and always amazed.

I climbed churches, paid for churches, and even prayed in a few.

I saw the pope of the past and a pope for our future.

I experienced the British national election…and barely noticed.

I had British beer, Spanish sangria, Scottish whiskey, Irish guinness, Italian wine…and only one hangover.

I celebrated St. Patrick’s Day in London and St. George’s Day in Dublin.

I met amazing people…who had always gone to my school.

I learned… more outside the classroom than within it.

I had my things stolen, but a fantastic story given.

I learned the (dis)value of the dollar, but also got a free lunch.

I visited castles, but never lived as a king.

I saw the world, and maybe someday, the world will see me.