When I was packing to move, I found a photo album I knew was packed away somewhere. It was one I made after a 3-month long trip in Europe, my last semester in college.
Toward the end of my time, I was out with other students, and it was a very multi-cultural group. I was in Belgium with someone I think was from The Netherlands, plus the 3 people above who were from Turkey, (what was then) Yugoslavia, and I think Germany.
Details are sketchy now, and I don't quite remember them very clearly, if at all. I just remember appreciating the opportunity to be socializing with such a diverse group.
The ability to stay connected was limited to letter writing, and we lost touch. I always hoped Sylvia (I think that was her name) from Yugoslavia was safe, given all that came to happen in that part of the world.
It was an incredible summer. Parts of my memories are faded, and probably even gone, but there are parts I will never forget.
Among them, was an Egyptian guy that I had met. In some ways it was a very positive memory, but in others, not so much. But one thing I do remember was a knee-buckling kiss on the street, right on Piccadilly Circus. It is one of those kisses you would never likely forget. I had another one of them atop the CN Tower in Toronto.
Sweet memories. And look at that Leo mane!
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