15 rolls of film and first passport stamps to catch @lorde in a few cities across Europe earlier this summer— there are many more words than this that attempt to pinpoint my gratefulness + wonderment, but I’ll save most of it for a medium more appropriate than Instagram 🌟 1. A day spent wincing barefoot over hot gravel (my feet are most accustomed to beaches likened to sugar) wishing for water shoes but wishing for water more - racing out to buoys in a daze of the best pear cider I’ve ever had. [Handed the camera to Leah for this one] 2. See also: the best green you’ve ever had 3. Sharing regional monikers for ice cream on a stick (popsicle, ice block, ice lolly) while waiting outside the Casino de Paris 4. Leah looking out towards the coast from our old town apartment in Croatia 5. Packed in an hour before doors in Verona; Rasmus floating in the Adriatic Sea on a blue day 🌊 6. Lorde performed for two evenings in Sibenik. The sun was setting in a very persuasive manner over the water on evening one and I decided that this was the evening to make my way to the venue slowly, no rush, just a few minutes of alone time to bask, think, marvel, snap. Learned quickly that GPS is futile while navigating the largely nameless, cobbled streets of old Sibenik. Imagined myself a video game character, followed stray cats and the sound of @marlonwilliamssings voice drifting down from the ancient fortress-turned-venue up above. (The next evening we could follow loose bits of yellow confetti like a little Hansel and Gretel breadcrumb trail.) 7. Prettier Jesus glimmer in Verona 8. Self-explanatory tattoo on Rasmus shortly after meeting one another in Paris 9. Queue necessities before the second performance in Croatia; Sylke leading the way in Verona 10. The sugar-rush ecstasy of a confetti fall, Amsterdam ☀️