Romanticized Europe: A dearest dream of mine

Hello dear readers,

This time I am back to tell you about my beloved europe, my dream and fantasy. I find myself bewitched by romantic europe, The continent, in its ideal state. Though foolish and blind it might be, still, It is my dream.

“You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafes.”  - Ernest Hemmingway

Europeans are nihilists, eccentrics, idealists, lovers, scholars, artists, elitists and romantics.
To be european is to appreciate the beauty of simplicity, while indulging in complexity.
To be european is to love.
To love food
To love art
To love history
To love music
To love life.

Each country in europe is home to the european, each, and all of them at the same time. Yet, to the european, every country is mysterious, unique, presents its own virtues and treasures, and feels as ancient as time itself. In Europe, old grudges can exist for a millenia, while not truly being significant. They become more of a competetive trait that other countries within the continent while attempt to use against one another in the quest for excellence. Europe is classy and wellmannered, beautiful and sophisticated.

I present to you a few of my dream spots below;

Spain
Spain represents luxury and abundance to me. I am fond of the country, yet I have only ever been to the southern part, in the area of Catalunia. Waking up to a picturesque sunset over the shore of Moreia, to go to a market and buy figs, matured by the hot sun and dry air. To enjoy tapas at a lovely cafe, with a glass of wine and good company. To go out for formal dinners. To speak the local tongue. To spend the day at the beach, bathing, tanning, reading, having sangria. To end a night with music and wine, at a candlelit table, amidst the buildings of ancient cities, to revel in the liviliness of such a city, completely cloaked by the mediteranean starlit night.

To spend the night with a beautiful spaniard, whispering sweet nothings with a language as red as blood,
and as passionate as fire itself.
to never look back. 

And never regret.
to never age, and never tire
from endless love

and endless dancing.

England

Imagine a snowy winter, on cobbled streets winding through a town of leaning houses and remnants of castles. A cathedral, reaching out to god with its spires. Complimented by basilicas and courtyards.
All the while, the smell of pies and fudge flood your nostrils from the numerous bakers and fudgefactories. A perfect place for a stroll in winter.

The place you are imagining, is Canterbury, Kent. how lovely it would be to go for a walk with a proper well-mannered brit, talking about history, and then swing in for a cup of tea and a 

scone or two. To me, England is a representation of homeliness, and the food a staple of proper, savory, winter feast.  

Or I would consider indulging myself with the greatness of London city, Embracing shopping and fine dining alike. Walking through the city, shopping for the latest fashion and makeup. Being accompanied by the busy streets and high buildings, stepping into every single Starbucksin my path as I head towards the underground. Visiting the food marked in Camden lock, and exploring the countless shops and scenes of the alternative capitol of the world. Then heading off to downtown Soho for a pint of beer. 

Czech Republic:
From the sights of czeski raj to the wonderful architechture of Prague. The Czech Republic is a country meant for the eyes. Explore the many wonders of the forest in czeski raj as you traverse the many sandstone pillars that seem to come from nowhere, all over this enchanting forest, until you arrive at the castle overlooking the region. Set to Prague for all the medieval wonders, best explored at night. And spend the days with sex and czech stout in a abundance.

The glorious Czech Republic is the ancient history of europe. With gothic spires and clockwork, mysterious magic and gloomy lore. You get a sense of werewolves, stalking at night, while eccentric scientists conduct unholy experiments. Prague is for the adventurous and architecture interested.

France
The land of artistry. Go to Paris and fall in love, picnic by the Eiffel, with wine, bread and cheese and retreat to the hotel to make love like you were newly married. Seek out the boheme and the burlesque in the hours of the night, and drink Absinthe like Van Gogh at the parisian street side. Explore the finest restaurants that Europe can spare.


Visit Provence with a fioncé. Enjoying the

quiet countryside and the sweet smell of lavenders. Spend the days roaming the countless food markets, admiring the amazing quality and abundance of their greens. Have a glass of wine in the shade of an olive tree and go to the seaside along the riviera to Saint Tropez. High class living and luxury, being spoiled by a lover.






and go to the seaside along the riviera to Saint Tropez. High class living and luxury, being spoiled by a lover. Sun, sea, fashion, jewelry, fast cars, boats, stars, diamonds luxury...

As glorious as Europe is, as much is it all a fool's fantasy. A remnant of the elite society back in the 60's. Today Europe is as bland and broken as the rest of civilization on earth. The glorious times, where people cared for art more than hitlist music, when they wanted to see architecture rather than drooling in front of a televised reality program. Back when exquisite cuisine was something that the majority were fond of, in the days where fast food was a mere dystopic thought. Technology has carelessly murdered Europe.

hugs.
Kira