Bon Voyage!
Last night might’ve been my final night in Beacon Hill. I’m leaving for Europe in less than six hours with ze German and ze puppy dog. When we return in a month, we’re immediately evacuating the contents of the den to move to the Back Bay.
Until then, I will be staying in northern Germany with Patrick’s family. Not surprisingly, I still have nothing concrete planned except for a couple nights in Salzburg (for my first opera!) and a week near the Italian border of Switzerland. There are a few other places I’d like to go, like Berlin, which I’ve never visited, and Ibiza, where my friend Zac is spending his third summer working for a VIP concierge service. (He just partied with Naomi Campbell and the prince of Saudi Arabia, because that’s apparently what one does in Ibiza.)
My 22nd birthday is on August 13th and it appears thus far that it may be a two-person, one-canine celebration.
I’m cool with that. And now, I’m off to pack! (Quite belatedly, I know.)
