Warren and I decided that the best way to get to Morocco would be via three countries and four major cities. We figured if we could survive that, we could certainly survive riding a camel through the Sahara, right? So we went to Brooklyn, met up with Patricia, and cried the happiest of tears watching Lia and Heath get married.
The wedding was gorgeous down to the tiniest details. And there was confetti. So much confetti. Plus a good many photos with us posing as Asian tourists. The peace sign reigns supreme.
We danced, laughed, cried some more, and wore sparkly crowns. It was the perfect reunion of dear souls and it rejuvenated me after our long, cold Michigan winter.
Don't mind us, we're just posing like the promo for a 90s television show. Something to do with twenty-somethings and the city and friendship. Kind of like, you know:
Lia and Heath are extraordinary and seeing them together made me glad over and over again that they found each other. Reuniting with these lovely people was perfection, plain and simple. I am a lucky girl to have friends such as these and I will be reliving the gorgeous weekend through photos for a long time to come.
After our Brooklyn weekend, we packed up our things and headed to Europe where we discovered that there's not much to be said for Dusseldorf, especially in the rain, and a whole lot to be loved about Barcelona.
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