Growing up in the Midwest and loving snowboarding means mountain = big hill. I always dreamed of going out West to snowboard the real mountains. Then I moved out East for college and dreamed hitting the mountains out there. But it never happened. So when I decided to study abroad in Firenze this semester and was planning my top places I have to visit, a snowboarding trip to the Alps was on the top of my list. And tonight, I booked it. For this weekend. This weekend I am going on my second dream trip (the first being Italy which I obviously am doing right now). This weekend I’m snowboarding in the Swiss Alps for 2 days. I can’t sleep I’m so excited. This is whole entire experience is feeling like a dream…and it’s only day 14.
Speaking of…holy shit, I’ve been in Firenze for 2 weeks now! And I’ve booked 2 other trips I’ve only dreamed about: Spring Break in Dublin and Barcelona and a weekend in Paris with my roommates. Is this real life yet? I never want to wake up from this dream.
