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Every summer vacation has an end

Well well well...

Another summer vacation has come to an end, but thankfully, I created some great memories!

Let's take a look...

I must admit, the greatest highlight was simply spending time with my family; sitting together, exchanging stories, sharing laughs, singing country music, going out to dinner, watching my brothers play hockey, spending time with my mom, having my dad act like my client at the gym...

I love my family!!!



Other summer highlights:
A stop in Geneva, Switzerland exploring the city and watching the World Cup with people from around the World
4th of July weekend in Michigan, USA spending time with family on the Lake
A trip to Bogota, Colombia exploring the city with a friend and her family
A weekend in Toronto studying to become a personal trainer and spending an evening with my brother and his girlfriend at the aquarium
A weekend in Montréal, spending time with a childhood friend and attending her wedding
Of course, I also enjoyed catching up with a bunch of friends and playing soccer with my summer team! 

Thanks to everyone who was a part of my summer vacation!

*Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened! - Dr Seuss


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