Damn right I am. The whole place is about the size of Kazakhstan and that brings a whole new strain of coolness. I’m European, no no… I’m English. ‘European’ intimates that we’re part of the club, when in fact we neither want to be nor are wanted.
Let me get this straight, I’ve dipped my toe in a few continents, but have spread my wings in Europe and I can tell you unequivocally that this is my favorite continent. For another to sway me from my love for Europe is going to take a whole lot. It’s going to need a smörgåsbord of cultures; the different foods, languages, art, women, weather, scenery, architecture and one combining ingredient, football.
Europe has it all, and in most cases it leads the market. I was lucky enough to travel for a few months around (mainly western) and fell in emphatically in love with her. If I haven’t been killed, kidnapped, banged up or married off then the plan is to reach my homeland 2 years after I leave it, and in my aforementioned opinion- I’m saving the best till last?
[Last updated 23rd April 2007]
