Early this year, my cousins and I celebrated a family wedding in India. We hung out by the hotel pool at night, not getting drunk, as our parents were there.
Bored, we talked about future travels, and the idea of travelling together came up. Why not? It would be fun since we are close and genuinely like each other’s company. After promising each other that we wouldn’t back off at the last minute and would save our way to it, we went our separate ways.
We are now on our way to Europe for six months, after many FaceTime calls and quickly approved visas. Well, not exactly now, but tonight, it’s now compared to six months ago or three years ago. You see, I visited Amsterdam for the first time three years ago. I fell deeply in love with it within a short period. I knew I would come again. Someday. I never expected that it would ultimately happen so soon.
We will be travelling to a few cities in Western Europe and staying in people’s houses. I mean Airbnb, which is cheaper than hotels. The itinerary includes EasyJet flights and some train rides. So to say I am uber-excited would be downplaying it.
I will try to live blog as usual, but since I have sold my iPad to fund this Europe trip, I will use my phone, which might be a little messy. So I am off to pack, buy shoes (a New Zealand trip earlier this year killed the old shoes) and stock up on instant noodles and paper panties (yes, I am not above that).
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