Back from Europe 18months reflections on that time period.

I am now 18 months back from my big adventure. I lived and worked in England for over a year and was only cut short by the industry I am in work wise and diminishing opportunities there. I miss London a lot. Yes I even miss the weather the bad food and the traffic.
What did I love about it? I loved the sense that nothing was predictable and anything was possible. I got to do things I only had dreamed about. I got to see a Beatle play a club. I got to see some of the greatest treasures of the world at the british museum .

I also loved the feeling of being close to everything the world has to offer. I fell in love with southern England namely Cornwell. Had clotted cream ate far to much fudge and was offered a cup of tea and a piece of cake by an elderly couple staying in St Ives. I celebrated my birthday with 60,000 music fans at the Hyde Park calling on a sweltering London day. I saw plays and even went to the theatre built into the side of a mountain in Cornwall. Never was I more creative photographically and in my work.

I walked the cobbled roads of Paris , dreaming in the warm glow of the sun.

I climbed a glacier in Switzerland pushing my body to its limit.

Jung Frau Joch Switzerland

Then Splendored in the majesty and history of Florence and Venice.

Venice

I have heard native inhabitants of different countries refer to a spiritual belonging an attachment to place. I felt very at home in England. I am half english having been born to a father of british decent. I have always loved everything English the music, the history. If it was English I have felt attached to it.
I consider myself slightly eccentric and different in my beliefs and tastes. The exciting thing about living in England then traveling is you find all sorts. The typical rude brit but then you find incredibly intelligent out there friendly people. I lived with a few in my time there. I guess the point of the post is to say, for me anyway. I am at my best as a person when I am challenged . In fact in my time away from all the emotional and physical comforts I was used to, I became more diverse more spiritual and grew a deeper understand of what its like to feel like a minority. Basically home comforts make me lazy. When I was out of my comfort zone I did things I never thought I would ever attempt. The feeling that comes from this increases confidence makes one better socially and makes one well rounded. I can only wish my friends and family could get to the level of consciousness I felt its feels pretty good.