a big, hearty gulp of Europe

I leave for the airport in 1 hour to fly home. I am fighting to stay mindful in this moment. To be present. Not to slide back to the past and cry about not wanting to leave all of this magic. Not to spring into the future and begin making lists of things I need to do when I get home or get excited about who I will see. But I feel as though I am not really leaving Europe. It is a part of me now. I have taken a big, long, satisfying, 6 week gulp of Europe, and I will be digesting it forever. I have drunk everything in, from my first days wandering the streets of Paris to my last adventure jumping out of a plane over the Swiss Alps. It all tasted good, my friends. It all tasted good.