February 15, 2017
Another 4 days was spent traveling the world this past weekend, and sufficient to say Amsterdam treated me very well (not that I expected anything less). I think the one-of-a-kind city actually went out of its way to try and make me feel right at home; considering I haven’t seen snow since I left the states, yet Amsterdam turned into a winter wonderland while we were there. I can’t say I exactly missed the snow and freezing temperatures (that are all too common back in Wisco) but there is something much more magical (and bearable) about it when you are in a scenic foreign country. Who am I to complain about weather when I’m spending my weekends popping in and out of some of the most beautiful and iconic cities in the world? That already feels like enough of a dream, so it just wouldn’t be realistic to expect ALL sunshine and rainbows ALL the time…I mean common Morgan. Plus the light blanket of snow is quite characteristic of the Netherlands, so it just made our visit all the more authentic. I’m a glass half-full kind of gal.
It was a jam-packed and fun filled 4 days, and the only thing the snow stopped us from checking off of our to-do list was renting bikes to ride around the city. Which after experiencing it and seeing that there are more bikers than cars and pedestrians combined; it was actually a blessing in disguise. Considering I am in no way an avid biker, I probably would have caused several accidents and possibly broken a few bones…so cant say I’m too torn up about that one. Otherwise, we managed to hit most of the major tourist attractions: the I Amsterdam sign, Van Gough Museum, Flower Gardens, The Fault in Our Stars Bench and, being the dedicated travelers we are, even braved the snow and cold in a 2 hour line to see the Anne Frank House (so worth it)…and none of them disappointed. Between the sight seeing, aimless wandering, good food and great company, it was yet another successful trip. Are you guys getting sick of hearing that yet? But while successful, it was also a very exhausting trip with our back-to-back late nights, early mornings, and full days.
When Sunday rolled around I was definitely ready to be back in good Ol’ Galway. Especially after waking up at 5 o’clock to get to the airport on time, only to have our flight delayed for over an hour and then have to endure a 3 hour bus ride from Dublin. But you know what the best part about it was? When we finally arrived in Galway, it felt like home. As much as I love traveling and seeing different cities, and appreciate each one for what they are worth, nothing can compare to the city that I get to come back to each week. Choosing a place to study abroad wasn’t easy, but I wouldn’t trade my decision for the world. In the short month that I have been here, Galway has quickly become a place where I feel comfortable, welcomed, safe and content. I can’t even describe what an incredible feeling that is, or how thankful I am for the experience it is giving me. They say home is where the heart is; and although it isn’t quite the Home, Sweet, Home where I grew up with my family and life-long friends, a piece of my heart will forever belong to the place that has become Home, Sweet, Galway.