Wanderlust: Europe

via Glut with Guts--My mark in Budapest

Last week, I went to the O'Hare International arrivals terminal to pick up a friend returning to the country. Being awake/at the airport on a Thursday at the ungodly hour of 3am was horrendous, but worth the wait, getting to see the faces of families and friends reunited after such a long distance apart.

I saw a mom run to her daughter, laden with a large backpacker's pack almost in tears seeing her mom. I saw nervous children cautious to approach grandparents, after what probably seems in their short lives, an entire lifetime apart. The flight, arriving from Central America, also meant there were plenty of stocky old men sauntering out in well worn wranglers, large ornate cowboy hats and friendly and familiar winkled smiles to match. No doubt, you could feel the immense ♥.

As the flight had been delayed I had a lot of time to reflect. While it was nice to see so many happy faces returning "home", I'd like to experience the foreign, the unknown again. Lately I've been feeling such great wanderlust, wanting another adventure, to take another risk, to feel alive again.

Missing the feeling of being abroad, reminiscing on my time in Budapest, Hungary.

via Glut with Guts--National Gallery of Budapest

via Glut with Guts--View of the Danube

via Glut with Guts--Buda Castle on an Amazingly Crisp Fall Day

via Glut with Guts--Budapest, Hungary