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It's been like centuries since I last wrote a post. Probably because for two months I've had a whirlwind ride into worlds I thought I'd never encounter. With divine grace, I was able to visit more than 10 cities or towns in 5 countries. In Europe.

I got wet in the Geneva Lake water jet and allowed snow from the Alps to get in my underwear and melt there.

I let an old Swiss (or French) man in the flee market shout at us in disdain without talking back.

I got lost in the Vatican Museums as price for venturing alone on the vast country (Vatican City is a country) taking megabytes of photos, allowed or prohibited. I also almost got lost while exploring the three buildings of the Louvre under time constraint.

I almost bowed down upon seeing the Notre Dame at night for the first time. Same goes with the interior of the Basilica di San Pietro.

I had the best quality time with my Mom, especially when we clashed in the Eiffel Tower simply because I wanted to go downstairs from the second floor to the base and she didn’t.

I incarcerated myself and brainstormed on my future “consultancy firm” during our stay in my Mom’s childhood friend in Bad Friedrichshall, Germany.

I interviewed German WWII survivors, with Tita Letty (Mom’s friend) as the interpreter.

I jammed with my first violin teacher in a park and in the office of Genetic Epidemiology in Goettingen, Germany.

I watched a UP Manila Chorale concert where my BSPH friend and a Manila Collegian friend were also there.

Most of all, I had the best time with my aunt, uncle and cousins, from whom I owe this blessing.

And now I’m back to reality without any regrets. Sure, I’m bombarded with a lot of duties and responsibilities. I have a masters thesis to finish, music subjects to complete, attend and pay for, a concert to catch up for, a household to contribute for expenses in – but now I can say that I have a far better outlook in life. More focused? Not really.

I can also say that I had a taste of the impossible, with 10GB of pictures and videos as proof.

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