Pleas, please, please don't wake me up.
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Sometimes I like to think about the first backpackers out there. What possessed them to strap a 50L sack to their back with most of their belongings and walk from city to city? Better yet, how the hell did they pack that sack filled with everything they needed?
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My first time to Europe I was in a constant search for a hamburger. I was nine years old and I didn’t seem to care about the different tapas of Spain, I wanted a hamburger and French fries. So my mother, patient as she is, let me order a hamburger in Granada, Spain at the end of our trip. Of course, because this is not a Spanish custom, I got food poisoning.
Read MoreAfter four months of traveling with one person you begin to play games to avoid the repetition of stories you’ve already heard a thousand times, or just to pass the time until you meet a new group. Our personal favorite is “Zitch Dog.” From the ever so popular How I Met Your Mother, you say “Zitch Dog” whenever you see a dog. We have been playing so long we have stopped keeping score. Sometimes, for jokes, we will say “Zitch Snow” or “Zitch Cat” and now, after about three months of traipsing around Europe, “Zitch Eastern Europe.”
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