It is hard to believe that it has been a little over a month since I was in Europe.  Already it feels like the memories are slipping into dull recollections. Sensory phantasms jolted alive by a word, a picture, or a dream.

It is strange, because I traveled with someone I had met briefly, and we haven’t spoken much since.  I think the rehearsal of conversations, the “remember whens…” help make the past real.  My brother and his girlfriend traveled together this past summer.  Their stories, and the way they still fill them out for each other, come across as fully alive these six months later.  I worry that the adventure I experienced will start to feel like it belonged to someone else.

Then again, maybe not.