Slide film has been returned to me, so here are the remaining pictures from my trip to Brussels and Bruges. It's quite a pleasure to see my photos in slide format as opposed to negatives. 

While in Germany, I went on a bit of wild goose chase for film. Finally found some and took a lot of pictures, but it turns out I bought slide film. Jessops is developing it, but it's going to be a few weeks since they had to send it away. Thus, I don't have many pictures of Brussels or Bruges just yet. It will be exciting to see how the slides turn out. But for now, here are a few:  

Your Broad Abroad,
Dacy

I've written briefly about traveling alone- something I can get down with most of the time- letting myself relish in interior monologues no one will ever hear and doing exactly what I want when I want. 

But sometimes traveling alone leaves me with a crippling emptiness. Kidding, kidding. Though there is an element of loneliness, of that 'I-just-need-to-talk-to-someone-I-know' feeling. My recent trip to Brussels, Belgium ended up being great fun and a lovely time, but definitely started with a dip into some sad sack feelings. The hostel, which was extremely nice, was also extremely empty the day I arrived. Rather than meeting people, I went to dinner alone, had a (really good) beer alone, wandered the beautiful, but somewhat seedy streets alone. To be quite honest (and redundant), it left me feeling...alone.

I definitely had the thought that perhaps I should just go back to Canterbury, but I'm really glad I didn't. The hostel filled up the second day and I had good convo with good people. There's always room to meet people whether it's through the hostel, a walking tour, or at a bar/pub/club. 

I suppose the challenge of traveling alone is to get over traveling alone (big epiphany, I know). After having done the solo traveling, it is definitely something I think is worth doing. Yeah, it can be lonely, but overall it's a beautiful thing to be happy or find happiness alone.

But the absolute best part of traveling alone? Coming home! The day of my return to Canterbury was quite possibly one of the best nights I've had with my housemates. Housemate Jack had food, cider, and hugs ready and waiting for me as soon I opened the front door. Housemate Amelie brought the laughs. It was a glorious return and pretty much exactly what I needed. I couldn't ask for better housemates/friends during my time abroad. Sigh, thinking about it brings a tear to my eye. Jk, I don't cry. But for real real, it was the best.

With that said, I've just booked myself another solo trip, this time to Brighton. It should be good times. Planning on seeing some shows and going to some outdoor performances that are part of the Brighton Festival. I'm also hoping to catch some delicious Indian and Japanese food. Sushi, curry, ramen- gimme all the tasty eats.

Till next time.

Your Broad Abroad,
Dacy