missing europe...itchy feet

i've been looking through all my photos and writing up some articles tonight and getting sad...i'm missing traveling, i'm missing europe. dancing with some crazy brit, jumping up and down when the co2 cannon blasted off, in ibiza, while chris screams, I CANT BELIEVE THIS, or getting on brett's shoulders during gay pride to try to find everyone while we're all drunk on cheap beer and sangria, sweating sangria out, or eating baguettes and cheese, baguettes and cheese, baguettes and cheese in paris, or having a bbq in amsterdam and drinking loozas and vodka at the dj bar while joe attempts to explain the benefits of chilling out and spending three weeks in amsterdam high, or dancing to lauryn hill for free in stockholm, or eating a bbq at a club in berlin before dancing to music i've never heard before in my life that is better than any american dj has ever played, to laughing about australian geography with rocky, to eating lots of sweets with kate in budapest, to that crazy time in cinque terra, to omgod, hanggliding in interlaken and gaping at the beauty, or dancing like crazy in zurich's street parade, to eating way way way too much in italy, to the fat stray cats eating ziti in venetian streets, to new york reminiscing in florence, to the crazy accomodations in dubrovnik, to steps, steps, step, and amazing food in amalfi, to the pizza in amalfi, to what can i say about roma, to the salads of greece and the beaches...and watching eurotrip (recommended by trevor)...and realizing the best time of my life , well, it was last summer, but i can leave it as that, but i think i'm going to make each and every day of my life as good as that was...and i will continue traveling...