The sidewalks are incredibly uneven here. I am constantly stumbling over myself as I walk about - I'm so smitten with everything, eyes constantly darting around. Everywhere I'm looking, except down. A hazard of the urban experience, I suppose.
The last two days have been cold and blustery - but I find the cold on my skin strangely refreshing. I'm feeling so alive, so stimulated. A high that couldn't possibly be reproduced. Even when I'm sitting in a coffee shop, doing homework (or whatever) I have some bizarre awareness of where I am and what I'm doing here. So far, things going on about town seem quite similar to that which I see back home, but the vibe is what strikes me. The architecture, all of the gardens scattered about, lend such a beautiful ambience. Certainly some exoticism. Aside from the proverbial Starbucks, I'm very pleased that the American goods are not completely overpowering the European...was a bit worried about that. Perhaps, it's too early. Maybe "we" are here with a stronger presence than I realize, and I'm just too busy seeing the good in this place.
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