I first travelled to Europe with my mother and brother in Christmas of 2003. It was Germany in winter. It was the wonder of Berlin, of being on a train traveling through unknown countrysides. Since then I have visited Europe half a dozen times, I lived and worked in France for 10 months, and I fell in love with a Portuguese woman.
I realize now that I will continue to discover things in this continent for the rest of my life. I understand that it is now a part of who I am, from its train stations, to its history steeped in history, to its kisses on the cheek.