All Shopped Up

Today revealed to me once and for all that I am just as guilty of the sin of materialism as the next person. I've been having some pretty drastic pre-travel mood swings over the last couple of weeks. I shift from painfully excited to morbidly anxious over the span of a few hours. I finally cured myself of it this morning - by shopping.

It turns out that for a twenty-three-year-old North American woman plagued with the consumerist disease, all she needs to do in order to cure the blues is buy herself a cute little hemp hat.  Somehow, it has made the prospect of flying to Europe and gamboling about its vast stretches of city and country both feasible and, well, adorable. Not to mention sun screened.