Greek Maybe Time

Greek Maybe Time

 

I am convinced that every country believes they are the ones who are always late. The Slovakians called off a revolution for being late, the Spanish eat at 10 because they say they were never on time to an 8:00 dinner, and the Greeks are on Greek Maybe Time, or GMT. Seeing as I am a week late on this article, clearly I am still on Greek Maybe Time. 

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Old Greg

Old Greg

 

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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Zitch Eastern Europe

Zitch Eastern Europe

After 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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Memory Lane

Memory Lane

A whopping two years ago, almost to the day, I was wrapping up my semester abroad in Florence, Italy. Grab your tissues because ending up back here for five whole days was an actual dream come true. Something romantic, exciting, or even sad, happened on what feels like every corner of this city. But alas, I’ll spare you the sappy bits and go straight to how I’m never actually leaving Florence. 

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Amaterdammers

Amaterdammers

All drugs are illegal in Amsterdam. The famous coffee shops and so-called “legal” weed smoking is actually just as illegal in Amsterdam as it is in the United States. But, drugs, hookers, and the famous red lights are still the main ideas when thinking of Amsterdam.

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It's a Frankfurt Thing

It's a Frankfurt Thing

I am not a good flyer, which is strange because I seem to fly a lot, but the sudden drop from 30,000 feet to start the decent sends shivers up my spine. But as the plane inched closer to Frankfurt Airport I have never been more excited. I loved Asia, but I was ready for the cold air, familiar means of public transportation, and no more noodles.

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