busy seeing the world…

and i prosper.

on recommendation from a lovely new friend in london, i am here, in turin or torino. i have yet to discover why italian cities have italian versions of their city names. i can’t think of another country that does this.
on the first of october, i set out on an eighteen day adventure {my biggest adventure yet} around southern europe.

there is so much to say about my experiences thus far. so much, in fact, that i don’t feel as though i can even begin to write about them.
there is not much time to blog when you’re busy seeing the world.

as for now, i should probably finish my (seventeenth) cappuccino of the day, and give myself back to the beautiful streets of turin.

[by the time i leave italy, i will no longer have blood, but cappuccino, running through my veins.]

i promise, i promise, i promise, hang in there for me. i have so much to write about, just very little opportunity to do so at the moment.

for now, i’ll leave you with pictures.

{barcelona, spain}

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{bergamo, italy}

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{turin, italy}

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i no longer trust anyone who says “growing up is not all it’s cracked up to be” and “wait until you get to the real world.”
growing up is the most fun i have ever had and the real world is more beautiful than anything i could have imagined.

with love,
{rosaliemelin}

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