I found myself needing to escape the pressures of the panicked civilised and structured society of rainy old England. As beautiful as it can be, it is often home to the moans and groans of individuals complaints. Not to mention the depressing talk of the weather. 
So with that, I packed a backpack with the essentials a girl might need for an adventure and off I set. 
No time plan, no watch, no list's and no worries. 
I arrived in the magical city of Barcelona on a warm early summers evening. I could feel the smile spread across my face as I strolled peacefully out of the airport as the warm air hit my face gently. The night sky was a beautiful pink merged with orange, painted behind the mountains. I could see the palm trees painted in the background. Every time I see them I have to remind myself that they are real. I had treated myself to some me time with the first night of my European adventure in a sweet little hotel. It was nothing extremely fancy but quaint enough to be a treat. I wondered downstairs to order a carafe of delicious Spanish wine and headed back to my room. It was nice to start off the trip with a touch of luxury. The next month that followed I found my home in hostels and camping sites. I'd read about 'sofa surfing' which sounded like a fabulous idea if it were to go to plan and without meeting the anomalie of the psycho maniac whom you find yourself running from, so I opted for hostels. 
After a few days of finding my bearings in Catalonia, I found my friends. I planned to meet them in the heart of Barcelona, bronzed and cultured from their previous travels it was nice to reunite with familiar voices that I could fully understand. 
The four of us girls travelled to different cities and suburbs of Europe. Taking in the culture, indulging in the food and the wine, watching the production of these delicious foods, basking in the cultural love of each country, learning and becoming part of each place we visited. We hiked mini mountains, we flew through Amsterdam on bikes, we filled up on Italian delights. On each part of our journey we let the new ways of the different culture and people flood over us. Realising the openness and loving ways of the Europeans. It was a healthy lesson for us to learn, to keep open and to keep sharing. 
The places we visited were dreamy, forcing our minds to revisit the text books from school with the memories of learning about the countires we were in. 
This reminded me throughout each day of how lucky I was, we were, to be travelling and seeing the wonders of the world. We ventured into the Roman Coliseum, we rode on a gondaler through Venice, we marched up to a castle in Prague and we wondered the cobbled streets of Amsterdam. Each city has such magic and history in its soil. It is always so wonderful to experience the cultural boom each city emits. 
When we remember the beauty of life and the simplicity of the words, ''life is what we make it'', I think, yes it really really is. There are a few bumps in the road at times of course but the world as we know it ourselves through our own eyes is simply only created by us ourselves. No one else can channel our thought processes, to create a positive outlook or be the glowing light inside of our hearts. This light shines through and out of the body to create our outlook and approach to life. No one ever gives you the feeling of inferior but yourself, just like, no one can make you feel happier than you yourself can. Amongst my airy fairy words, I'm trying to get across the message that magic is implanted in the world in many nooks and crannies, we don't have too look to far to find it.