Dores are Everywhere
For the past two weeks, my family and I have been traveling Europe. The trip served as a celebration for my sister’s graduation and my parents’ anniversary. It was also the first time that my parents had been out of the country. We flew into London and spent two days there, and then we went to Paris for a few days. The last week of our trip was spent on a Mediterranean cruise, which stopped in the south of France, Italy and Barcelona. We had a great time, but there is no place like home.
Our trip started in the Miami Airport. My sister and I were wearing our matching Vanderbilt half-zips and a man from Nashville approached us. He may have gone to UT, but he now works on West End and often spends his lunch breaks walking through our beautiful arboretum. We talked at length about Vanderbilt athletics and how much the school has grown in the past decade.
When we arrived in London, it was colder than we expected it to be. My sister and I yet again wore our Vanderbilt sweaters as we toured the sights. In front of Buckingham Palace, we literally bumped into a family outfitted in Vanderbilt Gear. The boy was a sophomore and his sister would be applying this upcoming year. We were so flustered that we forgot to take a picture with them, so you will just have to take my word for it.
Then, a few hours later, we were walking down the street and I ran into my friend, Brooke. I knew that she just finished her maymester in Alicante, but I had no idea that she would be in London. It was so great to reunite with a friend, even if it was only for a few minutes. We are both now counting down the days until we are together again in Nashville.
On our cruise, my sister and I were constantly stopped by people who either went to Vanderbilt or who knew about how amazing our school is. We met one man from the class of 1960, and quite a few high schoolers who wanted the secrets to acceptance. Our school may be small, but Commodores truly are everywhere.
