Recently, a friend of mine (who runs a blog here on WordPress about her adventures in coding and faith) reminded me that I had never recounted, on my blog, the tales of my adventure in Europe last Spring. Why is that? Well, part of the reason is because I experienced a great deal of heartbreak during that trip. I was in a foggy haze after I got back home and the last thing I felt like doing was reliving my ordeal. One year later and I just may be ready talk about it. I hope my memory doesn’t fail me.