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I recently changed desks at work from a window view to a room view and decided that I would bring in my birthday present from last year to give me a different view.

D bought me a Kodak Digital Frame, which we occasionally will put on in the house but as of recently, we found it simply sat turned off.

For the last two weeks, I'm taken down memory lane on a daily basis.

D thought it would make me want to travel more. I just find it brings me happiness to remember all of the places I've been. I guess that's why anyone takes pictures, prints pictures, keeps pictures and looks at them again. It's just been so great to have the slideshow of my life flip before me throughout the day.

And it helps me remember moments like this one:



Sometimes I forget we went to Luxembourg. That we spent two nights there at the beginning of our first trek. That it was the second country we were in after the Netherlands and was the beginning of longing for discovery.

That it had the most gorgeous valley, right in the middle of the city, filled with breathtaking cliffs of vegetation, rocks and caves as well as quaint little homes and cobble stone roads.

That we splurged on a hotel for the first night - 83 Euros - after spending 7 nights in an Amsterdam hostel and had to make up for it by sleeping on a sagging bed in a smaller hotel run by an old lady who literally had blue hair the next night - 47 Euros - just to try and stay within our 100 Euro a day budget.

And that we ended up eating at Luxembourg's version of McDonalds just to try not to go over budget. And that's when we discovered that dinner was going to be one of the most important parts of our travelling days and never again would it be scrimped.

I couldn't tell you what I did last Tuesday, but I'm glad because it seems the crevices of my brain are filled with piece of adventure and not whether it was a movie or TV.

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