We need a montage

Before I came overseas I imagined my travels a little like a series of movie montages.

First montage: Arrive in London. Spin in a circle in Trafalgar Square feeling so proud and pleased to be on my own, look at paintings in art galleries with serious face, laugh with new backpacker friends in hostel, walk along busy street with map and beanie and smile, walk through shopping centre with many shopping bags swinging merrily at my side, laugh with new backpacker friends in London pub… etcetera.  

Second montage: Arrive in Dublin, laugh in pub with Ellie, Look at Oscar Wilde type things with serious face and understand what tour guide is talking about "hmmm yes that is my favourite poem also", Laugh in pub with hot Irish men and many new friends, Dance to live music, Walk through green hills with big camera around neck and beanie on head.

Montages beyond this: Leave Dublin and embark on next adventure. Spain perhaps. This montage is less clear. It does however involve more laughing in pubs, looking seriously at art and landmarks, sipping wine on the Amalfi Coast (where even is that?) wearing a sarong and a big hat, having an Italian man fall madly in love with me (reciprocated or not), meeting a gang of backpackers who say something along the lines of "we are going to Prague/Istanbul/Krakow and have an extra seat in our van, please come Maddy, we think you are excellent and we really want you to come!!", Eating the best pizza in Italy, seeing things that Grandmere saw in France… the montage is vague and brilliant..