A photographic breakdown of the things I'll actually remember from my adventures abroad

What I took with me to Copenhagen.
Mr. Darcy, the furry bastard, got left at home.

The outlet smiles because when you hit switch, he gets turned on.

I have a doodling problem.

And I think I'm amusing.

This is the result.

The Danes are known for the impeccable and forward-thinking fashion sense.

My host sister is no different.

Obviously. 

This is at the modern art museum in Aarhus.

Don't ask me who made this.

But isn't it prettyyyy? 

Apple juice and two croissants?

35kroner.

Approximately 7dollars.

And you people wonder where my money goes... 

The text you get from your host mom when you don't get home until 8am.

#commutingproblems 

I have now seen five ballets this semester.

Yea, I'm fucking cultured. 

This artistic representation of a British woman is actually more accurate for Danish women.

If her eyes were blue, of course.

Big Ben, dreary sky, and the police.

London, in a nutshell.

Amsterdam!

Because I don't have a picture of the space cake.

Or the red light district.

[if by some chance you're reading this and have never met me, which would 

mean that my writing has extending beyond my Facebook network, which would 

be...unlikely....anywho, this is me.]

I rappel down mountains and wear the same clothes for two days in a row.

COME AT ME BRO.

I STAYED IN THIS CASTLE IN HRUBA SKALA.

I am your queen.

Prague.

BEAUTIFUL.

Even if the rain soaked through my down coat.

But hey, a beer cost me a buck eighty.

This bathroom epitomizes why we needed Liam Neeson at our first hostel in Barcelona.

Excellent penmanship though, if I may say so.

Barcelona.

I love the beach.

We did two pub crawls in Lisbon.

This was necessary.

Aren't you glad Europe hasn't changed me and my emphasis on health?

OMG this is like totally like the best thing I like ate ever and like I could just like eat this for every meal like for eternity.

But seriously.

Hole-in-the-wall restaurants for the win!

In retrospect, this mildly looks like I took this picture from a prison window.

I didn't.

And now, I have less than 3 weeks left here in the 'hagen, and spring has sprung.

On sunny days, I wonder why I'm coming home.

And then I remember Taco Bell and free refills.

The running theme in my lifetime obsession with eating.