It’s Friday, which means (amongst other things) it’s time for another travel blooper story. (And be sure to check out last week’s Parisian Ice Cream fiasco if you missed it the first time around.)
Switzerland, circa 2003: my boyfriend-at-the-time and I decided to buy a bottle of wine to celebrate the fact that I’d successfully survived a month in Europe on my own. I was at the halfway point through my first backpacking trip and he was just starting his but we met up for a three day blitz from Strasburg to Interlaken to Vienna.
Being the proper wannabe-Europeans that we were, we opened the wine on the train and spent the next half hour in a state of drunken bliss, staring out the window and marveling at the passing scenery as if we’d never seen a blade of grass before.
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