que sera, sera

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I miss the spontaneity of being in Europe. Every morning we’d wake up and figure out what we were going to do that day over beers with breakfast, not to get drunk but to nip the hangover in the bud. Then we’d sightsee, walk, bike, explore, adventure. Through every dark and colorful alley way, through major cities and small towns and museums and parks. The people we met and the stories we shared. And then the night life. Bright lights and deep bass. Dancing until sunrise and then doing it all again. No responsibility, only life.

physically/emotionally/mentally exhausted