I've been doing such an awful job at keeping up with this since Paris but my time on this continent is almost over... 10 days left to be exact... and I feel such subdued sorrow because I know nothing will ever amount to how I felt here. It's like I can still perfectly feel every single person, every single moment, every single night, every single site, every single dance, every single kiss, every single laugh, every single conversion. There has been nothing so wonderful and free in my life until now. This secure independence will never gloriously appear to me. It was way too easy for me to have the time of my life.