While happily traipsing through Europe, with my daughter and her friend, I noticed something.
Everywhere we went, the air was balmy and fresh, but that wasn’t it.
There was an extra bounce to my step, thanks to being in a new place with new things to see everyday.
But, that wasn’t it.
There was chocolate everywhere. Chocolate at the drop of a hat, in all sizes and flavors.
Yet, that wasn’t it.
I was stress free, for the first time in months, with all the trials and tribulations of work behind me. I was free as a bird, to come and go as I please. To take lunch whenever we wanted and to stay up as long as we wanted. No pressure—just fun! Doing all we could to squeeze one more sight-seeing opportunity into every day.
No, that wasn’t it.
We were content and refreshed and didn’t give a second thought to our sore feet as we kept moving purposely, deliberately, exploring these amazing cities with all their charm and vibrant history.
Love was in the air! Amore! Amor! Amour! Liebe!
Everywhere we went in these exotic, storybook cities, with mountains as far as the eye could see, warm, lusty beaches stretching before us, gargoyles tucked in every corner, musicians serenading us with romantic songs of yore, and with statues celebrating the grandeur of Europe, there was something to behold.
There was love. Love flitting about, here and there. Old lovers and young, parents and children. Yes, that’s what I noticed.
See for yourself!
And one more:
So, would you agree? Is love in the air or is it my imagination?