
There were a lot of silly tears the first three months of my time in Europe. I lost my passport within hours of landing in Spain, I missed home terribly while studying abroad and then my friend who was supposed to meet me in Paris for a long weekend missed her flight. I had to go to the city alone. One horrible budget flight and a long line at customs later, I got whisked downtown on the Paris subway. Almost a decade ago there was no Wi-Fi, no smartphones and…
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