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Rich with Gratitude....Poor with Sleep....

It’s 11:36pm on a Wednesday night. The rain is coming down outside. My bed is wonderfully warm.....

I am awake.

The house is quiet, which is a miracle, because my son hasn’t slept since Europe! He has not dealt with jet lag in the dignified manner I had hoped for, and every night since we landed, has been an actual horror show.

This time last week, I was on the isle of Capri. I was probably eating pasta, or drinking some vino, or gazing out over some breathtaking view....life was really hard.

It’s been 5 days since we landed on Australian soil and I cannot bring myself to adjust the time on my Fitbit. I look at my wrist and transport myself. I instantly imagine that it is 4:30 on a sunny afternoon and I am wandering through the cobblestoned laneways of Positano.....

I’m searching for gelato, because I haven’t quite tried all the flavours yet. I’m covered in sunscreen, because the sun feels closer here. There are flecks of black sand speckled across my legs and I ache all over, from the constant traversing up and down steps all day....so many steps.

I think on this for a moment and wish I could master the art of teleportation. Instead, I open the camera

roll on my phone....a touchstone to the past, reminding me that for a time, it was real.

Despite being chained to my washing machine for the past 5 days and researching the least amount of sleep a human can function on, I am feeling an overall sense of contentment.

I’m so happy.

Happiness is something that stems from gratitude and I am so entirely grateful right now. I’m still coming to terms with what I have experienced over the past 5 weeks. I feel like the luckiest woman alive.

From the moment I landed in Cyprus, I was on cloud 9. The wedding that drew us to Coral Bay was an amazing way to kick off our European adventure. Pink sunsets provided the perfect backdrop to what was truly one of the loveliest celebrations I have ever witnessed. It seems like an eternity ago.

To think that we went on to the blustery East Midlands of England after that....

Winter coats dominate the photos from our time in the motherland, but in no way was our enjoyment diminished. England was like being inside a fairytale - we stayed in an actual castle! From Harrods to Harry Potter, Hyde Park to Hamilton - England was extraordinary.

France was next and as we walked through the gates of Disneyland Paris, it seemed we had brought the English weather with us. The rain came down, but I didn’t care even a little....

The happiest place on earth had my undivided attention for almost 48 hours and they were some of the greatest hours of my life. My dreams came true as I gazed upon Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. I stupidly cried tears of joy, as I embraced Snow White. I wore my Mickey Ears with pride.

From Disneyland to Monet’s garden, Paris was so much more than a trip to a themepark....

We managed to see the Mona Lisa, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame.... Everywhere you look in Paris, there’s a big reveal. A story to be told. A croissant to be consumed.

I met a woman on a bus. She came to Paris for a holiday....that was 35 years ago....

I get it.

I bought postcards from most of the places I visited....in Switzerland, I was inside a postcard! I’m still in shock from how insanely gorgeous it all was. Grindelwald is nestled right in the heart of the Swiss Alps. Snow peaked mountains towered over us. I felt so insignificant in their shadows.

We stood at the Top of Europe and whilst the altitude literally took my breath away, it could have just as easily been the views.

All of the things I have seen.

All of the places I have been.

None of it compared to my time in Italy....

It was all about the connection. My family came from this place and it spoke to me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. My soul was singing....

It’s hard to come back to reality, when your soul has been singing, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

I am changed.

I am grateful.

I am happy.

I am tired.

So, what now?

Well, I have to get my body clock back....I might need to adjust my Fitbit.

I need to get some photos printed out, because my phone is no place for those memories.

And I need to go to Lygon Street, because I am starving....

for Italian food....

Still?

Always.

#richwithlove


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