Once upon a time, three months ago, I was reading a Rick Steves’ European travel book from 2012 and having predictive visions of what Europe would be like once I finally got there. And I forgot those memories until just now.
And damn, they are quaint memories of the future.
They just don’t jive with what I actually saw. Europe is much more different than I expected, and that’s a good thing. And anything I predictively envisioned falls to the wayside once I experienced the real deal.
And that remembrance is just so god-damned funny.