Ode to my Boots

Before my Harlaxton adventure came to a close I had an idea for this picture. These boots were a present from my Momma and I wore them nearly everywhere I went while studying abroad. Comfort was key and these bad boys held up, for the most part. We've all heard that saying, "If you walked a mile in my shoes..." well - these shoes walked a lot of miles...

-they roamed the corridors of the Manor 

-they skipped down Pond Street, over the Piran House to visit Kevin and Barbara

-they pranced on the grounds of Westminster Abbey 

-they led me through the streets of London

-they wandered through an 11th century Cathedral and castle in Lincoln

-they visited the grave of the fattest man in England in Stamford

-they ventured up and down the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland

-they climbed the winding steps to kiss the Blarney Stone in Ireland

-they skipped down the pier in Wales

-they tried to take a bath in the Roman Baths in Bath

-they strolled the grounds of Stonehenge

-they kept my feet warm in the small towns of the Lake District

-they marched down the Great Hall at the Harry Potter studios in London

-they tiptoed down the path at Dachau Concentration Camp in Germany

-they took a break in Venice

-they moseyed around the fairs in Florence

-and they nearly were left in Rome.

I was able to experience so, so much while wearing these shoes and if one picture could sum all these experiences up, it would the one at the top. So, ode to my boots and all the traveling they accomplished.