The Ultimate Spring Break

Spring break in America usually consists of a bunch of college students hanging out on the beach, taking pictures with beers in hand, and uploading Instagrams with the location listed as “Spring Break 2k15” and a caption somewhere along the lines of “here’s to the nights we won’t remember with the people we won’t forget”.

And while I’m sure that everyone had an amazing time, I must say that I would take my Spring Break any year over a couple days on a beach in Texas. (No offense to any Texans out there)

This year my Spring Break was spent in the three of the most breathtakingly beautiful countries that I have ever seen.

I could make this post a play by play of all the great and exciting things I saw and did, and tell you all about eating my body weight in sea food everyday; clams, mussels, fish. And I could tell you all about getting our first Kinder Surprises in Helsinki Finland, and then spending the night in the airport.

Or I could write all about how I got to hike up two sets of fortress walls in Croatia and Montenegro. And how we chased a storm down the coast while I insisted on wearing some form of shorts or tank top everyday, despite the wind and the 40-50 (sometimes 60) degree weather.

Or I could tell you all about my ferry ride out to Mykonos Island where the boat pitched and rolled and I got wildly sea sick. And how after the worst boat ride of my life, we got off the boat only to realize that I had left my wallet under my seat, and then how we realized that we are on the wrong island and caused a scene trying to get back on the ferry.

I could tell you about seeing the Parthenon and Acropolis in Athens.

I could also go on and on about how I fell in love with Dubrovnik, or how the bus ride from Kotor, Montenegro to Podgorica, Montenegro consisted of the most breathtaking mountains and sunset I will probably ever see and how the mountains turned pink.

There’s also the small fact that once I got back from my Spring Break adventure my wonderful parents were waiting in Prague for me, and how being reunited with them was exactly what I needed, and how we all hugged and cried once we were back together.

Sure I could write a novel on all of these things, but there’s really no point, and we’re all busy people (as you can tell by my lack of posts in the past months, and how short this post is).