Something about Garmisch

One of the most profound times in my life was my month in Europe [oh-two]. I think about it often. What made it so profound? I'm not sure. Perhaps it was merely its placement between the two years of 104, or that at the time my faith was at a breaking point. Try harder or give up, that sort of thing. I was captured by many things in Europe; the art, the Alps, the architecture, the silence, the bread, the cobble streets. Something always draws my mind back to those twenty-some days.

It could be that I was immersed, or better yet, stuck, in community. I couldn't get out of being with those four other people. The only time I can recall that we were apart was that day in Paris when we all wanted to kill each other. That was a good day to be apart. That was the day that I got to go to the Monet museum in the artist quarter, how fun. I digress. That was the beginning of learning how to live in love amongst a group of people, especially when it is difficult. If that second year of 104 was a master's seminar in learning how to live in grace, than our trip to Europe the perfect preface.

Today I found myself looking at tickets to Munich for the first time in a long while. It would be a shame if I never got to go again, but that might be the case. Being twenty-five, owing thousands of dollars towards an education, owning a car, keeping a steady job; these are the responsibilities that keep me from returning. But this is a dream that dies hard, and hopefully it is fulfilled someday. But if you want to join me, I'm clearing September of oh-seven on my calender, just in case. you have my love.