However, I am concerned that I romanticize Europe.
You sound very self-aware....it can be a blessing and a curse.
Listen, I and many here say that there is a great deal of sameness here....the practicalities of daily life. But there have been moments here that have far exceeded any romantic thoughts I may have had before arriving.
Living in Bristol, I was there for a celebration of the Brunel-designed Clifton Suspension Bridge - an awe-inspiring thing in itself - and attended a concert on the green. I don't remember what orchestra it was.....but it was heavy on brass....and they absolutely blew my hat off. To stand there, in a lovely part of Bristol, with the sun setting over the Avon Gorge (a natural wonder) with those guys playing rousing British numbers....
And my favourite trip to London...I love going into the City....the tube to me is up there with the lighthouse of Alexandria as an engineering marvel - to visit the National Gallery. To begin with, it is free (you can contribute - and I do), but that it is free to all is such a great thing.
Because in there, there is a room with several works from Monet's Japanese Bridge period on one wall....and directly opposite, one of Van Gogh's
Sunflowers. So you can stand there and turn and be in the midst of that. And when you leave the room, on a long wall is Caravaggio's
Supper at Emmaus. Coming from that room with the impressionist masters, you would think that nothing man-made in this world could top that, but the Caravaggio is like a physical force. It made me cry.
As if that wasn't enough, I had tickets to see Beckett's
Waiting for Godot stariing Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellen and Simon Callow afterwards.
Where else but in London?