EQ Reunion

It's coming up on the two year anniversary that I was here,


here,


and here.


So last Friday the greatest group of students to have ever graced the streets of Florence, Berlin, Paris, and the like, got together for a reunion.

Here is the photographic evidence:







Sometimes (read: all the time) I think about my trip to Europe. I think about how much I grew as an individual. And I think about how my faith grew. And I think about how much I laughed. I think about the park benches I sat on, and the hot Italian sun, the color of the Mediterranean, the whispers of history, the quiet side streets in Siena, the pristine galleries, the way my feet would hurt from walking everywhere all the time, the passing moments on trains from one destination to the next, the rivers, the skies, the rain in Paris, the heat in Florence, the mist in Heppenheim, the countless group dinners, the way I danced, the music I heard, the darkness and the light.