Capture the World on Paper.

you know how i said in the previous post (or in 2006) that i wanted to be a painter in europe? i was an idiot. i have realised that cobblestones are only good for dreams and movie sets; they hurt your feet even if you’re wearing flats, and you wear heels only if you have the guts to get them stuck between the cobbles, twist an ankle or break a toe. and i dont want to be stuck on a bridge; i want to be travelling around the world seeing all the other bridges! before this year, i had no idea where czech republic was on a map. cities like barcelona, vienna, rome, venice, athens, santorini, prague, were a blur to me; member of Club: The Geographically Challenged. My younger brother knew more cities than i did, he knew where countries were on a map, and i didnt. (credits must go to european soccer cups for my bro’s knowledge) and now, i cant believe i have visited those cities, and have a clue now as to what they look like, the people these places contain. its wonderful to put a face to a spot on a map. to remember that hotel keeper, that waitress in the bar, that street from which i bought this top, so on and so forth.