Scrapbooking

In high school I loved to scrapbook. Not in the hard core I'm going to a scrapbook convention with my rolly-bag way, more in the I'm not very artistic but I can cut and glue with the best of them way. Funny how back then I thought I was soooo busy, but I had time for scrapbooking. Then college came along and I have 3 unfinished scrapbooks from that time. Someday I'll have to explain to kids, grandkids, etc that I was just having to much fun living to remember to record it all. But there is one time from college I want to record (even though it was a million years ago). My summer abroad. I feel like I grew so much as a person then. I experienced a huge tragedy when the 4 suicide bombers blew up 3 underground trains and 1 bus during rush hour. We lived one street over from where the bus was when it exploded and had a police escort to our flat for weeks. We also lived down the street from the hardest hit station with the most casualties. I never road the subway again after that attack. It was also my first real trip anywhere without my parents and all the things I discovered about traveling as an "adult' along the way are pretty hilarious. So today I bought a scrapbook. Good thing is my aunt is the hardcore scrapbooking kind and she made me one a few years back that is full of awesome ideas I can use in mine. Wish me luck and here are some of my favorite pics from that summer (it was hard to choose a few from the 431 I had).

The fashion building at my study abroad school.

Where I spent my days as a lowly PR intern. The Earl Jean European office.

My girls and I at "our pub" The Goose.

Nothing there has a simple name. Like we would call this something boring, but in Scotland it is called a Hairy Coo. And they're all named Hamish too, love it!

I love this picture. We went wandering in this sleepy little Irish town and came upon this view. It was just incredible.

Katie, Me, Laura, and Elizabeth in the Scottish Highlands. The beauty there is just unreal.

Me and Katie at Coumenole Beach in Ireland. that place was COLD! And someone from our group jumped in the water too.

Ok, so it is really hard to see but I am pointing at a rainbow. In Ireland. It doesn't get more Irish than that.

This is called The Whispering Arch and when you whisper into one side the person on the other side can hear you. Used in olden times so sick people could still give their confessions. It is so cool

Ok, so there is a little taste of my trip. And from the fact that I am wearing the same blue hoodie in every pic you can see that one of my "adult" traveling lessons was pack more than one sweater. My Texas summers left me a bit unprepared for the coldness of the weather there. Hope I can stick with this scrapbook.