I've been missing Europe quite a bit lately.
Not that I was there for an extended period of time, but I have been there twice in real life (and millions of times in my head).
Whenever people tell me that they are planning a trip to Europe or that they just got back from one, I'll always smile and be excited for them, but there is always a twinge of jealousy in me.
I just love Europe. A lot.
I mean, how could you not? Have you seen what it looks like over there?
On the first trip, we had a driver named Igor. He was supposed to take us to Salzburg. We reminded him we wanted to go there every 5 minutes. And we would make comments like, "I can't wait to see Salzburg!" And then we'd ask what our E.T.A was to Salzburg. I think it was pretty clear we all wanted to visit Salzburg.
And then Igor told us that we passed Salzburg about 30 minutes ago.
And then my heart broke into a million pieces.
But then we stopped and ate a huge piece of lasagna, so there's that.
One day I will make it to Salzburg, and I'll say, "Take that, Igor!"
I'm being serious.
Also, I want to see this sign on the way to work.
Let's all go to Europe, OK?