This is what my mind eye sees when I think "Europe."
The very first time I went was as a tenth grader, and I remember arriving in Rome, feeling as though I had arrived in a magical place. It is after all, so different from Sydney! Since then, I've lived in Boston for 4 years and I realize now that I had actually fallen in love with that place (despite its frigid winters.) But Europe... doesn't it occupy a small place in everybody's hearts?
